Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 321 30. The Great Uprising of Suramar (×) Pirates of the Son of the Night (√)—[3540]

   (additional update [10/15] for the prisoner brother on the throne)

"Ding"

   Under the flickering shimmering magic lamp, two badly worn Nightborn silver coins were thrown on the dilapidated bar.

   This is what the pirates picked up on several Nightborn guards when they came all the way, not just those unlucky guards, the boat girl who "led the way" for him was walking too carefully, as if he had a high sense of "anti-reconnaissance".

   As a result, Black came all the way from the Astava Pier, and all the Nightborne guards he encountered on the way were "poisonous".

   It’s just practice anyway.

   Don’t waste time either.

   With the current stealing skills of pirates, and encountered the chaos caused by the withered attacking the city, basically, the elves passing by will reach out.

   But he still has a bit of style.

   Didn't touch the wallets of the commoner elves, who is not a robber.

  Behind the bar, the long ears of the owner of the Waning Moon Tavern who were wiping the wine glass moved. Because of the sound of the coins colliding, he hurriedly turned his head and was startled by Blake who was lying in front of the bar.

   Not because the pirates themselves were incompatible with Suramar.

  Blake used the Orb of Fraud to disguise himself as an "outstanding" Night Child, and even the purple and white long coat on his body was a classic style that the civilians of the Night Child had not changed for ten thousand years.

   It will be night again, the light is not very good, and some flaws are easily concealed.

   It was him who really frightened the tavern owner.

   "Hey, guest, why are you walking silently?"

   The tavern owner exclaimed in Sarasian and said:

   "How long have the guests been here?"

   "Well, I was there when you wiped that blue wine glass."

  Blake pouted, patted the bar table and said:

   "Are you doing this kind of business? Don't you hurry up and serve me a few glasses of wine, don't need magic wine, that thing is tired of drinking, get some elf wine, the older the better."

"This"

   The tavern owner's expression was more complicated.

   He looked past Black, looked outside the bar, and said in a low voice:

   "Guest, you're not here for a drink, are you? This is your first time at the Waning Moon Tavern, right? Everyone in the neighborhood knows that I only have magic wine here."

   "So, with such a monotonous commodity, how did you manage your business?"

  Black isn't kidding anymore.

   He restrained his smile, knocked on the table, and said to the tavern owner in front of him:

   "I delivered the letter for someone. Villeni found her daughter, but also accidentally found many children who were missing before, a dozen or so, all from Yongyue civilian area.

   She wanted to send those children back to the city, and said that Mr. Fansel was a good man who was eager to help, so I sent her a letter.

   See if you can put the children in foster care with you first. "

"no!"

  The elf Fansel's expression immediately turned terrified.

   He looked at Black, who had a magical disguise in front of him, and said:

   "Villenie and her children can no longer go back to the city, they will be caught as soon as they come back, and the waning moon tavern has also been targeted by the guards, and sending those children here will expose the place immediately.

   But you can send them to Zahnar at the junction of Azsuna and Suramar, last time I heard from Aruin that some exiled Nightborne built cities on the ruins there.

   There may be shelter for them."

   "Ha! Got caught by me."

  Blake slapped the table sharply, with a malicious face, took out a city guard captain's emblem from his pocket, threw it on the bar, and jumped a few times for Fansel to see.

   scared the tavern owner so pale, his body trembled.

   "You are disloyal!

   How dare you resist the great great magister Elisande, I will arrest you all and send them to the Dark Fortress! The Grand Magister will surely reward me. "

   Black, in a fierce dog-legged attitude, cried out:

   "Maybe the withered terror attack in the city today was also caused by you rebels! Get all your money and all your magic wine first!

   Then follow me to the trial. "

   Every time he said a word, the tavern owner Vansel trembled. When it came to the word "final judgment", the old elf was already shaky, but he didn't fall down just by holding on to the bar.

   He stared at Blake in a daze, his eyes with a hint of purple light were full of despair, and sweat appeared on his forehead, wetting the elf's well-combed white hair.

   Seeing his embarrassed and frightened appearance, the pirate was stunned for a moment.

   He looked at Fansel up and down, and said suspiciously:

   "No way, are you so timid? With such little daring, how dare you be a 'rebel'?"

   "I don't want to."

  Fanser lowered his head, probably feeling that everything was over, his voice became dry, and he said tremblingly:

   "I just wanted to save some people at first. I didn't expect this situation to happen. Take me away, these things, these things."

  The old elf gritted his teeth, raised his head, closed his eyes, put on a heroic sacrifice, and said in a hoarse voice:

   "I did all these things! It has nothing to do with other people, just catch me."

   "But you said 'Aruin' just now."

  The pirate reached out from under the counter, took out a bottle of wine, put it in his hand, looked at it, and said with a half-joking tone:

   "This proves that you are not alone in your rebel gang.

  There are so many homeless poor people on the two streets outside the tavern. Those who have been tortured by demon addiction are neither ghosts nor ghosts, but they have not yet reached the step of transforming into withered people.

   There must be someone quietly helping them.

  Let me guess, they get at least a small magic bar a day? To serve so many people, you must have a lot of magic wine hidden here.

   But Ms. Elisande has already ordered to control the distribution of magic wine, so the wine you have here must be smuggled. "

   Black pulled a chair from the side.

   He glanced at the increasingly desperate elf Fansel, and said in a long voice:

"Smuggling in Suramar City, there must be more than one gondola girl secretly helping you, and they can hoard so much magic wine. Maybe there are informants at Dusk Winery, the largest magic wine maker in Suramar. Woolen cloth.

  According to Villeneuve, you have been secretly helping the homeless for not a day or two. You have been violating Elisande's ban, but you have passed safely for decades.

  In the high-rise city, someone must be covering for you and delivering news to you. If you can do so many things by yourself, what kind of pub would you open?

   You are a huge 'underground gang' hidden deep in the civilian area of ​​Suramar, Mr. Fansel.

  If I uproot you, Ms. Elisande will at least reward me with a big mansion in a rich area, and maybe give me some servant treasure or something. "

  Black said a lot.

   seems to make sense, like a great detective.

   But in fact, he already knew these things. He not only knew that the Waning Moon Tavern was the largest "Magic Wine Charity Distribution Center" in Suramar City, but also knew the operation process of this gang.

   When I was doing the quest here, I don’t know how many times the long quest chain released by these guys was killed. The equipment repair cost left here is absolutely astronomical.

   Now that I see these "old friends", how can I be worthy of the sins I suffered in this city without scaring them?

   However, the more Black said, the more the old elf didn't panic.

   After the pirates finished speaking, Fansel opened his eyes and looked suspiciously at Black in front of him. After a few seconds, he glanced at the emblem of the captain of the city guard on the table, and said hesitantly:

   "Your Excellency, shouldn't he be a subordinate of the Great Magister?"

"Um?"

  The pirate raised his brows, showing a vicious look, and scared:

   "Why do you say that? Am I not worthy of the work of the Great Magister?"

   "That's not it."

  Fanser grinned, the elf patted his heart, and he said in a strange tone:

"If the Great Magister's subordinates are all wise characters like you, I estimate that I would have been exiled from Suramar more than 30 years ago. You must be the first time in this city, and you still don't know what the city guards do. method.

   Those guys don't think about such complicated things.

   Every time they come to me, they only need a few boxes of magic wine to get rid of, and they won't ask. If they suspect that I have a problem, I will be directly arrested and tortured.

   But since I have been providing them with magic wine on time for all these years, they will inform them in advance if something happens. "

   "Is the lower class so corrupt?"

  The pirate said with emotion:

   "It's no wonder that a group of withered attacks can disrupt the city like this, tsk tsk, think about it, too, after 10,000 years of peace, the martial arts of the children of the night have long been unbearable."

   "The Great Magister's troops stationed in the Dark Fortress are still very elite. After all, they are not short of magic wine. But the city guards are different. In the past two hundred years, their magic wine quota has been cut.

   They are still loyal, but loyalty cannot be drunk. "

  The tavern owner Fansel said softly and returned the emblem in his hand to Black. He glanced outside the door and said to Black in a low voice:

   "So, guest, where on earth are you from? Outside the city? Did you help save my friend Villeni and those children?"

   "Well, I'm coming from across the sea."

  Black didn't pretend anymore, he identified his identity, but didn't remove his disguise.

   He said to Fansel:

   "This time I came here to report peace to you, don't worry about Villeni and those children, they will be properly taken care of, and by the way, I would like to express my goodwill to you 'rebels'.

   Also, I have a small question.

   Your fear just now was not fake, I could hear your frantic heartbeat, you were really scared. But you are so timid, how can you still participate in such a dangerous thing?

   You must know that once Elisander finds out about your affairs, you will be used as a 'negative teaching material' to resist her rule, and the end is not destined to be good. "

The question of    pirates made the tavern owner hesitate.

   After a few seconds, he said:

   "I just want to help those poor people.

   In the past thousand years, the price of magic wine has been increasing, and it has exceeded the price that ordinary people can use on a daily basis, but the Shaldorei cannot live without this magic liquid.

  When the guests came over, they must have seen those helpless people on the street corners.

  It was not their fault that they got addicted to magic, but they lost everything because of it, and used the last bit of property to buy the magic wine that they depended on for a living.

I have seen too many people who have been driven out of the city to fend for themselves because of the outbreak of magic addiction. There are also my friends there. When they can't stand it, they only need a small glass of magic wine to avoid the ending of their fall. .

   I didn't have time to save my friends, but I can save them when they need it.

   Just a small glass of wine.

   Hehe, the guests are from outside the city, and the guests may not understand our life here, please don't listen to those nonsense rumors that the Waning Moon Tavern is the stronghold of the rebels.

  The truth is not that complicated. "

  The old elf sighed and said in a low voice:

   "I'm not a 'rebel', I'm not that great. I'm just doing what I can to save lives, just give them a glass of wine, maybe I can save the next family."

"yes?"

  Blake blinked, propped his chin with his hand, and said to Fansel:

   "But Villeni didn't say that. She said that you are an important leader of the rebels in the city, and many people will obey your orders."

   "I don't know why this happened."

   The bar owner spread his hands and said bitterly:

"I was just doing what I thought I should do, and I became like this before I knew it. The boat girls took the initiative to help, and the master sommelier of Twilight Winery also turned a blind eye to our smuggling behavior. one eye.

   In the end, even the brotherhood in the city came to the door and wanted to take the initiative to join the smuggling.

   is to make money.

   But many times, in order to protect the smuggling network, they secretly fought with the gangsters and liars in the wealthy area, and it was passed on like this, and everyone started to talk about the 'rebels'.

   They all respect me.

   But they don't know, every time I hear the word, I get scared to sleep.

   I really don't know how to lead them.

   I can only keep doing my thing. "

   "Hahahaha, everything starts like this, no one can take the initiative to choose the script of life."

   Black laughed and said:

   "They think you are very reliable, they voluntarily regard you as their leader, and they want to put a crown on your head, and they don't even give you a chance to refuse. But Fansel, you have been targeted by the city guards.

  I think you know this yourself, your little group has ushered in the most dangerous moment, and maybe soon, the inexperienced you will be uprooted.

   Let me give you a suggestion. "

  The pirate took out his skull flask, twisted it open, and took a sip of wine into his mouth.

  Under a few dimly lit magic lights in the tavern, he pursed his lips and said to the old elf in front of him:

   "You sense danger, but don't know how to respond. You want to do the right thing, but you don't know where to start. You have power, but you don't know how to use it.

   You realize that Suramar City needs a change, but you don’t know how to open it, let alone how to intervene.

  You need an experienced and strong enough person to lead you, whether it is to survive or become a real "rebel".

Yes.

   you need me

Come.

  Join my fleet. "

   (end of this chapter)