Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 360 69. From what I know about my luck, things are going so well, it means something bad must happen

   The blood-stained Anaris Moonshire carried something and walked out of the ruined tower. Maim's orc pirates and a group of spider elves had already finished cleaning up the ruins of Zahnar.

  It wasn't that easy.

   There are 600 or 700 Nightborn exiles in the ruins, and it will take some time for the orcs whose fighting strength is outstanding to go through the tunnels dug a long time ago.

  The problem is that there has just been a civil unrest here.

  The children of the night are superstitious that the magical shield outside the ruins can protect them, but the cruel reality tells these exiles that not every magical shield is as strong as the magical city wall of Suramar.

  In the big explosion caused by the blue dragon girl's comprehensive explosion, all four energy columns of the magic shield were overloaded at one time, the orcs rushed into the ruins and encountered almost no decent resistance.

   Of course, the orcs did not kill people indiscriminately.

  Because Your Excellency the Commander said, these children of the night are to be kept as cannon fodder.

   In the undead fleet, Black's order is the absolute code of conduct. Even the Beihai fanatics who have joined the shortest time have no longer dared to resist the commander's majesty.

   "The good news is that your men are still there, and they didn't have time to be killed."

   Maim, whose armor was still stained with blood, carried his one-handed sword, strode over, and said to the silent Anaris in a sarcastic tone:

   "The bad news is that, because of your reckless behavior, several of the Yuejun servants you brought here have died from bloodshed. A few tauren have strong vitality, which is better."

"thanks."

  Annaris said something in an inaudible human language.

   made Maim look shocked, he thought he heard it wrong, what happened? This arrogant little girl who has always looked at people from the corner of her eyes has changed her personality?

   What torture did she suffer?

   "Captain Maim, can you help me gather those diehards of El Yis?"

  The girl from Yue County raised her head, she tried to show a smile on her blood-stained face, and said softly:

   "By the way, bring the rebels who obey my orders."

"Row."

   The orc glanced at the nightborn elf strangely. He turned around and shouted at the pirates behind him. Immediately, the orcs rudely dragged those who resisted them to the center of the ruins.

   Soon, in ten minutes, forty or fifty Ayes diehards who had been slashed and beaten were gathered together.

  Kong's powerful orc pirates, armed with various weapons, were watching over them.

   Anaris Moonshire, who had changed his clothes, strode over under the **** of his six bruised tauren bodyguards.

   She will be dressed like a pirate.

  White shirt, black trousers, walking on hunting blood, wearing a windbreaker, with a red turban on his head, a black dagger with a sheath, and a musket used by pirates.

   just strode to the front of the group of Al Yis diehards, and threw the things in his hands in front of them without any nonsense.

   is the head of Aeryis, and it is also a terrible death. The left eye has become a blood hole, and there is still a roar before death on his face. That kind of hideousness makes this head even more terrifying.

   "I, Anaris Moonshire, a great noble from Suramar, now take over the rule of the ruins of Zahnar."

   In the past, the girl from Yue County who always liked to promote her identity would be a little lacking in interest, so she said her surname in a perfunctory manner.

   asked a Nightborne exile woman in front of her who was glaring at her:

   "Al Yis, who treated you like slaves, is dead, you are all a group of exiles, and you can't go back to Suramar.

  Will you follow me? "

   "You murdered the prince!"

   the feeble Nightborne screamed:

  "You are not fit to lead"

"boom"

   A buckshot that flew at close range smashed her head in the face.

   exploded most of his skull and spewed out disgusting things, terrifying the nightchildren who were still trying to scold Anaris.

   The pointed ears that were torn and flew out hit an old elf in the back on the cheek. The latter rolled his eyes and fainted from fright. He was poured over by the orc sneering at him, forcing him to wake up.

"wrong answer."

   Yue-gun forced himself to say something in an indifferent tone.

   threw the musket that was still emitting green smoke to the sturdy tauren behind him, and took a loaded musket from the latter.

   Her hands are no longer shaking.

This is good news.

  The bad news is that the legs are still shaking.

   But that's okay, she should get used to it soon.

  The black muzzle was held by his steady wrist and pressed against the second Nightborn's forehead. Anaris looked at him and said word by word:

   "Would you like to follow me?"

   "I do! Long live the Yuejun family!"

—

   "She's going to be a great captain. I see that in her, the cruelty of pirates, and that's it.

   We are spurned pirates, cold blood is our tradition. "

   On the abandoned tower in the ruins of Zahnar, Blake was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, leaning on the abandoned railing in front of him, admiringly watching Anaris perform her "pirate ritual".

   He drank some wine in his mouth and said in a satisfied tone:

   "As long as she is lucky and doesn't die in a raid or rebellion, with her scheming and skill, she will sooner or later become the pirate king of the elves.

The best thing about    is that she can live a long time.

   This is great.

   I have another common 'ancestral elf' in my fleet. "

"I don't know."

  Beside Blake, Little Xingxing was looking at the scene below with a look of disgust, and he stretched out his hand to cover his beloved little dragon Emigosa, preventing him from seeing the **** scene.

  The blue dragon girl looked at the proud Blake, frowned and asked:

   "I can see clearly what you did just now. You emerged from the shadows, and with a single sword you killed that nasty guy who called himself a prince.

   Letting you handle these things is definitely much faster than handing it over to the Nightborne elf.

  You obviously have a quicker and more convenient way, why do you have to leave these things to them? "

   "What a stupid question, my elementary school girl."

  The pirate said without looking back:

   "Yes, I could have done it easily. But why would I? If I can do everything by myself, what's the point of having this fleet?

   I heard the old Pandaria Pandaren have a saying that the sword in the hand of a swordsman can kill ten people. An army in the hands of a general can destroy a city.

   But the anger in the king's heart can easily destroy a country and kill millions of lives.

  You only saw the sword in my hand, easily piercing that scumbag. But I didn't see the other sword I hid in the scabbard, which was them.

  These stinky pirates whom you despise."

  Blake raised his head, drank the tons of wine in his hand, and smashed the bottle downwards.

   With the sound of the wine bottle breaking, it was like a signal.

   Maim gestured to Anaris, who backed away silently, and the orcs raised their weapons, grinning and slashing at the necks of the remaining idiots who couldn't see the situation clearly.

   In just an instant, more than thirty souls of the children of the night went to hell.

   But Blake was in no mood to watch.

   After he dropped the bottle, he turned around, picked up the dwarf pipe, and patted Little Star on the shoulder who was standing there, frowning at this scene.

   He said drunkenly:

   "I will teach you this principle for free today, school girl, just as a symbol of the beginning of our friendship. Next time you learn dark wisdom from me, remember to bring enough money."

  Blake blew a loud whistle towards the sky, and the hippogryph roaming high in the sky gave a pleasant response, and fell like the wind, touching the pirate's arm with his antlers affectionately.

   The latter chuckled and turned over and sat on the saddle, and flew in the direction of the Nagfar amid the neighing of the beasts in the sky.

   has been out for too long.

   If you don't go back to make up lessons, Dean Lanyue is probably going to go crazy.

Well.

   I hope he's drunk enough today to help him get through the tough class time.

   "Crash"

The icy wind blew from the back and rolled over the pirate. The coldness made him sober quickly, and he glanced over his head. Stellagosa, who had transformed into a young dragon, was spreading his blue wings, and pierced from Blake's head. Fly over.

   The young dragon's head was still lowered, and he gave Black a not-so-friendly look.

   She also has to go to class.

   Today is still her first class in Dean Lanyue's class, so she can't be late.

   A few hours later, the dizzy Captain Black held the homework he had accumulated over the past two or three days in despair, and sighed and returned to his captain's room.

   First mate Sefir, who was holding a smirk, had already prepared a quill and ink for him to answer the question.

  Black sat in his vulgar and gorgeous captain's chair, picked up the quill, opened the first paper, and looked at it.

   Well, as expected of Dean Lanyue.

   It was only a few days ago that I changed the original arcane exercises to the magic knowledge questions of the Warlock series, and prepared Shadow and Evil Flame magic for Black very thoughtfully.

   She knew that her disciple was not good at fel magic.

   "Oh, if it were these exercises, I wouldn't be sleepy."

   The pressure in the captain's heart was suddenly relieved, he whistled and began to answer the question. He was still a little confident in the aspect of warlock magic.

   "Captain, the spider elves have just sent back the news that Anaris has taken the nightborn exiles to the coast. Eudora will drive the Alpaca to pick them up."

  Sefir, like a very competent mate, reported the situation of the fleet to Black.

she says:

"But Eudora complained to me, saying that the Alpaca had already installed those inferior golems, and also allocated a deck for the spider elves to use as a nest, and now adding these children of the night, there is not enough space. .

  The flying machines of the goblins can only be placed on the top deck, and it will be very troublesome once it gets wet.

   We may need a big ship like the Alpaca. "

   "Let Eudora handle this little thing herself."

  Black said without looking up:

   "Buy it from the turtle people, they should have a few troll ships there.

   In addition, there are mages now, so after our operation in Northrend is over, let Eudora take some time and go back to the Waldun Desert.

   Take the treasure from Treasure Island back to Tol Barad with the ship.

  You take the Nagfar to **** you. That is the fund you promised to build the Nathalas Academy. Dean Lanyue will definitely be very interested. "

"OK."

  Seifer wrote this down in his notebook, and complained to Black again:

   "Captain, the sea giant you brought back is delicious. Nat complained to me before that he and Hal had to fish non-stop all day to satisfy the appetite of the big abyss.

  The sea giant is too big and can't go with the boat. We will go to Northrend later, should we let it follow all the way on the seabed? "

   "No no no, Gork is going back to Tol Barad."

  Black raised his head and said to Sefir:

   "Not only the sea giants have to be sent back, but the orcs of Maim and the spider elves of Orasis have to be sent back as well, the defense there is a little weak.

   I'm a little worried about relying on snake people.

   In this matter, the blue dragon will help open the portal. On the day we left Azsuna, I had already made an agreement with Eldagosa.

   Well, the Azsuna thing has basically come to an end, but I always feel that something may still happen. "

  The pirate touched his chest superstitiously.

   He was half complaining, half worried and said:

   "My intuition is accurate.

   Every time things are going well, there will always be some moths. The affairs of Azsuna, whether it was the Academy of Nar'Thalas, the Blue Dragons, or the Exiles of the Nightborne, all went too smoothly.

  I estimate that there may be a big wave of events next. "

   "What's the big deal in this broken place?"

  Sefir rolled his eyes and said:

   "You have taken care of the most difficult group of ten thousand-year-old ghosts. Captain, the Naga have also withdrawn, and the blue dragons in the Blue Wing Habitat are left alone.

   Even if something goes wrong, we still have the support of that old blue dragon.

  It is under the blessing of Azsuna's magic net power, but it is a demigod power level, we are not afraid of Azshara! "

   "Are you going to make a bet? I said what we've been through is just an appetizer for our trip to Azsuna, and dinner is coming soon."

  The pirate looked at his first officer, who had no sense of danger at all, and said:

   "Just bet ten gold coins, do you want to play?"

   (end of this chapter)