Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 331 40. Azsuna chaos turned into a pot of porridge

  The area of ​​the Broken Islands is still very large. According to Blake’s experience of coming here twice, this large island can already be regarded as a small piece of land.

   Its area is twice as large as the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Of course, it is divided into several areas, occupied by different forces.

  In this lonely place, outside the territory of civilization that humans think, there are many strange creatures.

   For example, when the Alpaca sailed to the westernmost land of the Broken Isles, on the coastline, it also encountered some strange tauren with antlers on their heads.

   They sailed the coast in their small boats like a group of travelers.

  It was probably the first time I saw humans, orcs and foxmen, trolls, snake people, these weird outsiders.

  The group of daring, or ignorant and fearless tauren travelers, also took the initiative to approach the Alpaca, wanting to show their kindness.

   The result is of course tragic.

   The six tauren of this caravan were swarmed by the pirates and tied up, dragged onto the boat, and became the captives of the undead pirates.

   This group of ignorant guys under Black's command, except the North Sea pirates who have seen the tauren, is the first time they have seen this strange race that is 2.5 meters tall and weighs about 800 pounds, just like a little giant.

   The very short foxmen don't even reach the knees of the tauren.

   Eudora and her clansmen, with a look of fear, looked at the six upright bulls tied to the mast and sitting cross-legged there, all twice her height.

The    Foxman quartermaster calculated the height and weight between the following two and came to a very sad conclusion.

   These tauren with reindeer antlers on their heads and a big bull face can probably trample a fox to death with one hoof.

   "Hey, why are these tauren different from the ones I've seen?"

   The noise on the deck quickly aroused the curiosity of the goblin engineer Fuslager. The goblin waving his wrench squeezed into the crowd, glanced at the mast, and shouted:

   "Why are their horns like this?

   The tauren in Desolace should have horns. Could this tauren with reindeer horns be a freak born from some perverted tauren and the deer he domesticated? "

   Goblin.

   It is understandable to speak rudely.

   But his question is destined no one can answer him, the pirates here are all ignorant guys, only a few Beihai old seals know a little bit of Tauren language.

   But the North Sea pirates actually speak not the orthodox Tauren language, but the language of the yak people in Northrend.

  The two races look very similar, and they do come from the same source.

   But it has long since become two different races under the division of geography.

  Language naturally cannot communicate with each other.

   As for the Kalimdor tauren language that Goblin Fuslag learned when he was doing business with the tauren in Desolace when he was young, it is even less likely that the six Broken Isles tauren in front of him could understand it.

   This noisy discussion did not come to an end until it attracted the noble daughter of the Night, Anaris Moonshire, who was having lunch on the boat.

   "These are the Highmountain tauren. When I was hunting outside Suramar, I ran into their hunters occasionally."

  The great noble Anaris will wear a suit of human pirate clothes, which she bought from the tattooed woman Marcy with her own jewelry pendant.

   also replaced himself with a good sailor knife, hanging on his waist, dressed like a pirate.

   This very scheming female elf introduced the pirates around him in the half-baked human language she just learned:

   "Highest Mountain is just north of Suramar. It is the highest place on this island. There are five of their tribes living there.

   Or they will send the eagle knights to take revenge. "

   "It's better to come."

   Eudora, who was envious of the tauren's good physique, put her arms on her hips and shouted:

   "When they come, they will be captured as prisoners. Besides, the captain will only need to let them go. Yuejun, will you speak their words? Persuade them to surrender and ask them to join us."

   "I can only speak a few words."

  Annaris waved his hand modestly, but seeing that she had learned the talent of human language within two days, this elf would definitely speak the language of the tauren of the High Mountains.

   She received an aristocratic education since she was a child, and linguistics was also a part of it.

  The sly elf leaned down and said to Eudora who was waving her tail:

   "But if Captain Eudora appoints me as the first mate of the Alpaca, I can try to persuade them to surrender. Highmountain tauren are also very adventurous, and if used the right way, they are actually very good at coaxing.

   These bulls are very simple and honest. "

   "First mate is not acceptable."

   But foxmen are also very cunning.

   Eudora glanced at the female elf with perfume in front of her, she wagged her tail and said:

"It's only been a few days since you've been on the ship? Letting you be the first mate now will make others unconvinced, but if you can persuade these six tauren to join us, I can consider giving you the status of a 'captain's advisor' .

  Other boats I can't guarantee.

   As far as my boat is concerned, you don't have to worry that someone will bully you or do something bad to you. Someone tried to touch your room last night and was found by you, right? "

   "Okay, I accept this position."

  Annaris snorted and didn't answer the little fox man's malicious question. She adjusted the pirate turban on her head and walked towards the six tauren travelers who were roaring and struggling in front of her.

   At the same time as the Alpaca persuaded to surrender, in front of the fleet, on the coast of the waters near Azsuna, the Nagfar, which had come earlier, surfaced in the sun.

   The scene of the black keel ghost ship squeezing the sea water and appearing on the sea in the shaking of the waves made a group of ancestral turtles waiting on the shore to feast their eyes.

   They heard the story of the Nagfar and the undead pirates from their compatriots, and they were a little unconvinced before, but now after seeing this ghost ship with their own eyes, the turtle people finally believed it.

   And a few turtle people took out scrolls to record today's story.

   This may be a turning point in the history of the ancestral tortoise group.

   "Ha, Turtle Man! What a familiar friend, over a hundred years ago, when I was rampant in the South China Sea, I also dealt with you. I have been deceived by you many times. You are all a bunch of **** profiteers."

   Greyson's Vrykul Raiders This will act as a traffic boat, bringing their Commander and Lady Ship Doctor to the shore.

   This rude ghost pirate with a dark blue whole body stepped on the side of the ship with his left foot. When docked, he shouted and made rude gestures to the ancestor turtles in front of him.

   His ghost crew looked at the turtle man in front of him curiously.

  The place in the North Sea is a place where the ancestral tortoise is rarely involved. The climate there is too cold and it is not suitable for the ancestral tortoise to stay for a long time. Therefore, the Beihai fanatics have rarely seen the strange creature of the ancestor turtle before.

"boom"

   Several ghost pirates joined forces to put down the board and put it on the beach.

   Very dog-legged, prepared for his commander to land. Black, who was wearing a pirate king suit, ignored them, put the little murloc on his shoulders, and strode onto the board.

   Lady Natalie in a black trench coat followed behind him.

   "Don't mind my subordinate's rude remarks, just treat him like a bunch of idiots."

  The pirate walked to the ancestral tortoises who were waiting on the beach in front of him, and said to a tortoise man who was dressed very similar to Kojo, but the distinguished guests and clothes were embellished with purple crystals:

   "Are you Nora, the sage of the scroll? That coward Kou Qiao didn't dare to come. I asked him and he didn't say anything, but I doubt that Ko Qiao owes you a debt of love, or worse, a debt of love?"

   "It's not as complicated as you think, pirate."

   The ancestor turtle, Nora, the sage of the scroll, is difficult to tell from the appearance that it is a female turtle.

   However, the contours of her face are indeed softer, which will say in a voice that is clearly a lady:

   "There is only a little conflict between me and him, we both hatched from the same batch of eggs, but our relationship has never been good.

   It's you, why are you here so late?

  I received a message from Kojo, and I have been waiting in Azsuna for more than two months. "

   "Something was delayed, isn't this coming?"

  Blake waved his hand, looked left and right at the desolate coast in front of him, looked at the mouth of the big river not far away, estimated the depth of the river, shook his head regretfully and said:

   "The Nagfar can't get in, let alone the Alpaca. It is estimated that Grayson's boat can get in, and the other boats have to dock on the coast."

   "There is an abandoned temple to the south, right on the hillside."

  The ancestor turtle Nora pointed to the hillside beside the guide and said to Black:

   "There's a bay over there where your fleet can dock, but that temple is occupied by a group of Nightborn exiles who make golems there, which is a bit tricky.

  There is also a large ruin in the north, which contains nearly a thousand nightborn elves, ruled by a madman named El Yis, who claims to be the prince of Suramar or something. "

   "The exile still wants to be a prince, no problem."

  Blake gave a meaningful laugh and said:

   "I'll make him a real prince soon, Pirate Prince of Shaldorei. Sounds great, right? Okay, let's not talk nonsense, has the Tidestone's hideout been found?"

"did not find."

  Nora said in a frank tone that was not very similar to the ancestor turtle:

   "According to the information you gave, we found the ruins of the Nathalas School of Magic in the inner lake of Azsuna. It was easy to find it, but we couldn't get in."

   "Can't get in? No way."

   Black frowned and said:

   "That place should be undefended now, there are many ghosts of the dead high elves arcanists in it, they are bound by the curse of this land, and they are not aggressive.

   Why can't you get in? "

   "Because of the Naga."

   The sage of the ancient turtle scroll sighed and said to Black:

   "Let's go to the territory first, let's talk as we walk."

"walk over?"

  The pirate glanced at the short legs of the ancestor turtles, shook his head, whistled back, and shouted to the ghost captain who was drinking:

   "Put your boat into the inland river, don't waste your time, let's go by water."

   "That area of ​​water was occupied by Naga, and your ship can't get through."

  The Scroll Sage Nora knew from the look in Blake's eyes just now that this **** pirate was mocking the ancestral tortoises as slow as tortoises, but they were right.

  Nora could only be dissatisfied and explained to the pirates:

   "When we first came, the number of Naga here was still small.

  They are afraid of Azsuna's curse and rarely come to this sea area. But maybe they found out that we were camping here and came to attack us.

   Those idiots didn't know how to anger the elves ghosts in the ruins of the Magic Academy, so that the elves ghosts also ran out to fight them.

  The Naga couldn't beat the ghost, so they summoned the local murlocs and sea giants from the sea, and the war officially escalated.

   Now surrounding the inner lake, it has become a mess of porridge.

  The passage leading to the depths of the Magic Academy was blocked by those elf ghosts with magic. The nightborn exiles in the north saw the opportunity and wanted to take advantage.

   They sent people to attack us, but we pushed them back and took a few prisoners.

  I brought one over. "

  Nora waved her claws, and immediately there were two fierce ancestral turtle guards holding a halberd, dragging a emaciated and disregarding Nightborn captive over.

   Throw the guy at Black's feet.

  The latter probably hasn't absorbed magic power for several days. He will be hungry and thirsty, trembling while holding his body.

"Um?"

  Black looked at the miserable skinny Nightborn elf under his feet. He dropped a scout, and the identity information returned made the pirates wide-eyed.

   "Yo, it's you, tragic fool."

  The pirate kicked the Nightborn under his feet, picked up Gul'dan's head, and placed it under his nostrils.

Say:

   "Come on, take a sip. Then show me your traditional arts."

"I do not!"

   This Nightborne is weird.

   Obviously the magic power is in front of him, but he stretched out his hand and pushed it, shouting:

   "I'm not like those freaks whose brains are burnt by magic! Get this tempting thing away! Stay away from me. Ah, this magic is delicious but I can't!"

"Snapped"

   He slapped himself, gritted his teeth and said:

   "I'm not a magician like them, ha! I'm not. My will is steel. Huh? I smell magic wine

   Give me a drink!

   Just take a sip. "

   This guy opened his eyes, smelled the smell of magic wine and raised his head, only to see the pirate's shining eyes.

   "Hello, shameless Runas."

  Blake shook the wine bottle in his hand and said to the wolf spirit who was swallowing saliva in front of him:

   "Interested in working for me?"

   (end of this chapter)