Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 393 102. I will quietly emerge from the shadows and surprise everyone

"oops"

In the sudden scream, in the underground facility that no one has visited in nearly ten thousand years, five or six people fell from the magic flash in mid-air, and then smashed firmly on the dusty ground. .

Because of the sudden incident, the old elf Oculus didn't have time to fine-tune the teleportation location, and he didn't have the time to adjust the comfort of the teleportation technique. As a result, when he was thrown over, the weakest Anaris Yuejun directly covered it. He retched with his mouth shut.

   Even the most powerful magic swordsman leader, Mylandus, was a little dizzy.

   As for the old elf himself, the most miserable.

   He said it before, this was a transmission of overdrawn magic power, and when he was thrown into this underground magic net node, the whole person fainted.

   Thalyssra is the fastest recovery.

   She still has an injury on her shoulder, and she can't lift her entire left arm. She will struggle to see Oculeth's condition, and then quickly look at the surrounding environment.

What    appeared in front of them was a huge underground hall.

   There is a magical glimmer of light in the dark, which represents the gathering place of natural magic.

   There is still some crystallized magic power condensed in ten thousand years of time, growing in various places like clusters, these things also shine with dim light, embellishing the darkness with a fantastic color.

   "Are you all okay? Hold on, we'll be back in Suramar soon."

   Thalyssra struggled to get up, put a piece of ancient magic in the palm of her hand, and while drawing on the magic to replenish her body, she raised a ball of light to illuminate the darkness, looking for a way out of here.

   She looked at the dead thousand-year-old hall in front of her and said with emotion:

   "Oculeth has always had a big plan.

   He wants to restart these eleven magic web nodes, so as to open the magic canal leading to the depths of the night well, where the accumulated magic power is collected and distributed to the people in need in the city.

   I also want to help him.

   He told me all the names of these magic points, but which one is here, I haven't"

   "Om"

   Before the chief arcanist could finish speaking, the light of the second teleportation technique lit up behind everyone, and a cold, hoarse voice sounded from the light of the portal.

   He politely answered Thalyssra's doubts.

   "This node magic canal is called the 'Eclipse Hall'."

  Black emerged from the swirling teleportation light, and a group of heavily armed pirates filed out from behind him.

   With the Shadow Moon Blade in his hand, he said to the several embarrassed children of the night in the tone of a tour guide introducing the scenery:

   "This is the one closest to the coast of the eleven Leyline nodes under Suramar. They are the work of the Arcanists of the Elven Empire before the War of the Ancients.

  Look at these magic channels, how ingeniously constructed and how perfectly designed.

   They will channel the magic of Suramar's leech to Suramar to provide magic to your city. Unfortunately, after the establishment of the Night Well, these magic canals were abandoned.

   What a pity.

   But today, the crystallization of the magical attainments of these elven empires will be activated by me again.

   Elisande never imagined that I had already found a way to bypass the city barrier and enter Suramar, but I would also like to thank you for bringing me here. "

  The smelly pirate tilted his head, pointed to his forehead and said:

   "Although I know their general orientation.

   But it still takes me a lot of time to send someone to look for it.

  With these ancient mana channels that can be used, my followers can have an underground network that perfectly circumvents the surveillance of the Grand Magister.

  They will become the 'ghosts' of Suramar.

   They can do for me everything I ask.

  I'll drive a wedge into Elisande's heart! All her actions will be predicted and exploited by me, and the Nightborne will never know this secret.

   You all look like 'reasonable' people.

  I think, you will definitely not tell this news to the Great Magister, right? "

   The answer to the pirates was an arcane blast that was savagely thrown by Thalyssra.

   is worthy of being the chief arcanist of the great magister. The process of this arcane shock from starting to releasing can be called the art of casting spells. It not only fills every node of the mana model perfectly, but is almost instant.

   The most important thing is that even in such an embarrassing situation, the release gesture of this magic is still very elegant.

   Dean Lanyue will definitely like this child of the night very much, she is simply the kind of classical spellcaster that Dean admires most.

   But Blake didn't like it.

   He hates this kind of "other people's children".

"boom"

  The fierce arcane impact smashed into the shadow floating in front of Black, like an open cloak, engulfing the sharp magic, and sending the pirates into the jump in the shadow floating.

  The delicate shadow step shuttled over, and the moon blade waved, slashing towards Thalyssra's back.

  The seriously injured Arcanist was completely powerless to resist. She fell to the ground trembling in the blood, and the corners of her mouth twitched in severe pain.

   "Where do you want to go? My Chief Arcanist?"

  Blake wiped the blood on the moon blade, squatted down, clasped Thalyssra's chin, lifted her whole body from the pool of blood, and said to her:

   "So far, are you still planning to return to the command of the Great Magister? Such loyalty has moved me to tears. I hope you can maintain such loyalty for me in the future."

   On the other side, the leader of the magic swordsmen, Merandusben, also wanted to rebel, but Knight Joan Creedon, who followed Black from the portal, raised the warhammer in his hand and gave him a hard blow.

   beat the magic swordsman to the ground, and was pinned down by the four undead knights, unable to struggle.

   The orc warlock Shi Shiran, who let out a sneering laugh, walked over. The warlock with only one eye squatted down, admiring the despair of Melandus.

   He said in Thalassian with an orc accent:

   "The captain handed you over to me, guinea pig.

   He said he wanted me to show my cruelty and evil as a warlock, so let me introduce myself, I come from a ghostly place called 'Shadow Council'.

   I learned a lot of ways to give in there.

   That is a very evil, very evil way.

  Let me tell you, even if you had a will of steel, I would train you to be as good as a dog, of course, I hope you are a real tough guy.

  I hope your will is strong enough to support me to 'review' all those tricks on you. "

   The magic swordsman, who was struggling like a beast, spat out a mouthful of **** saliva and sprayed it on Evil Eye's face, making the beast furious.

   Raising his hand was a curse of pain added. In a piercing scream, the magic swordsman was carried by the undead knight like a dead dog and dragged back to the deck of the Nagfar.

   "I gave her and her friends to you, my ship doctor."

  Black looked at Thalyssra in pain and Oculus in a coma, and said to Natalie in black who was following:

   "She is a very powerful person. I have named her as my 'Chief Arcanist'. You must treat her well. While healing her, persuade her to recognize the reality.

   There's nothing wrong with following Elisande.

   If she really cares about the people, then her result is likely to be an unsuccessful coup d'état in Suramar, and after a tragic failure, she is exiled to the wilderness and becomes a helpless wither.

   I've seen how you use the power of shadows to manipulate people's hearts, let's do it again.

   Invite her to join us and be one of us. "

   "The next time you ask me to 'persuade' others, you'd better restrain your aggressiveness."

   Natalie glanced at Blake and said:

   "You beat people to death first, this is not a way to make strangers feel happy, it will only increase my workload, and it will be useless for persuasion."

"I try my best."

   Pirate shrugged and said:

   "It's just that I've been trained a little too far by the instructor these days, and I won't be able to do it next time."

   "Om"

  Behind him, Xiaoxing has found the control tower of the Magic Canal.

   It stands to reason that the magical creations left over from the elf empire are difficult for non-high-level elf spellcasters to learn to manipulate immediately. But blue dragons rely on talent to use magic.

  Xiaoxing can see the magic flow of the underground magic net with the naked eye. It is not difficult for her to understand the principle of this intricate device in front of her.

   With the little star turning a few crystals, redirecting the magic of the magic net, activating the teleportation unit in the magic channel.

   In the faint humming sound, a portal that had not been activated for thousands of years opened behind Black, and through the floating magic mirror, one could clearly see the scenery in Suramar City.

   "Take them back."

  Black waved to everyone behind him and said:

   "Another group of people will come here, ready to receive the magic wine. Please make a permanent teleportation beacon here, we will come often in the future."

   After he finished speaking, he glanced at the dark corner next to him, where Annaris Moonshire had already changed her clothes, and changed back to the tuxedo-style aristocratic long dress she wore in Suramar before.

   Her housekeeper, Runas, was also arrogantly dressed like the servants in the Moon County Manor.

   "Let's go."

  The pirate took out the deceitful orb, put on himself the magical disguise of the child of the night, and walked into the portal first, followed by Little Xingxing and Moon County Girl.

  Legendary magic is really amazing, it blurs the concept of "distance".

   Step out, you can cross most of the Suramar wilderness, from a hidden underground hall, one step to the prosperous and beautiful city of Suramar.

   But before the pirate opened his arms and breathed in the magically sweet air of Suramar, several Nightborn City Guards appeared on patrol at the entrance of the alley in front of him.

   "It's an illusion! You're covering up"

   "Bang Bang Bang"

   The forbidden words that made the blood pressure of the pirates soar have not been finished yet, Black is in the shadow jump, with three precise sap, three hapless city guards are knocked unconscious to the ground.

   "Throw them over!"

  Black said with a sullen look:

   "Bring them on board as 'trainee' pirates. Seeing how 'brave' they are, they will definitely become the backbone of my command in the future."

  Little Xingxing held back a smile, raised the three children of the night, and threw them one by one into the dissipating portal behind him.

  Annaris Moon County returned to her home city after nearly a month, and a trace of emotion and confusion flashed in her eyes.

   But soon, she remembered her mission.

   leaned slightly towards Blake, and then took the housekeeper Runas, who was also emotional about returning home, and the "Country Girl" little Xingxing who saw everything fresh, and walked towards the Yuejun Manor.

  Xiaoxing said that he wanted to go shopping and see the scenery of Suramar.

   Such a small wish, in Suramar City, the Moon County family, which is a top noble, can easily satisfy the little princess. As for beautiful clothes and jewelry, etc.

Stop it.

  The clothes and jewelry of the Yuejun sisters in the manor can make Xiaoxing wear a set of clothes and jewelry every day for ten years, and there is no need to go to the tailor shop on the commercial street to spend money on those vulgar and cheap clothes.

   What is the heritage of ten thousand years of aristocracy?

   Of course, a pirate leader like Blake, who has left the vulgar taste, will definitely not waste time on such boring things as 'go shopping with school girls'.

   He said goodbye to his schoolgirl and his subordinates, rented a boat at the nearest small pier, and went to the Yongyue civilian area under the ferry of the gondola.

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  The Waning Moon Tavern, another boring and peaceful day.

  The owner of the tavern, Fansel, is currently counting the accounts, with a long and short sigh. The business has been going well recently, but the consumption of magic wine is still huge.

   It has been rumored in the city that the great magus is preparing to open the city and lead Shaldore back to the world in ten thousand years. This sounds like exciting news, but it has nothing to do with the lower-class civilians in the city.

   Their days are still unsatisfactory.

   The rationing system of magic wine has not been cancelled. Every day, people go bankrupt because of the cost of purchasing magic wine. There are more and more homeless people in Yongyue civilian area.

  The kind-hearted Mr. Fansel also maintained the habit of giving the homeless a small glass of magic wine every night to prolong his life, which made his reputation in the civilian area increase day by day.

   But this time, no one dared to trouble him.

   The last time the Strys family tried to trouble him was the famous villain in the wealthy area of ​​Suramar City. The high-level thief and liar family were assassinated by a terrible killer overnight.

   Now that family is on the verge of collapse.

   The magic wine smuggling channel they master has been taken over by Fansel's forces.

   The ordinary and even cowardly tavern owner in front of him is now the boss who has mastered the underground smuggling network of Suramar.

  The most outrageous thing is that this kind of takeover was not even negotiated by Fansel, but offered by the stilettos who were scared by the brutal assassination.

   These **** living in the gray area agreed that the destruction of the Stress family was because they angered the "rebels".

   The always low-key rebels used terrifying means in their counterattack.

   There are also outrageous rumors that the rebels have an elusive gang of assassins who do the dirty work for them.

The most direct proof of    is that on the same day as the assassination, several commanders in the city guard who had been in trouble with the Stress family were also silently killed.

   At the scene of all the corpses, blood-stained white feathers were found.

   That is the handwriting of the rebel assassins.

   "But I don't even know who he is. To be honest, I haven't even seen his face. That time he came to my tavern with a magic disguise.

   How did this thing turn into what it is now? "

   Although he has mastered the smuggling channels, he no longer has to worry about the supply of magic wine, but his worries are not less, but more. Fansel's little hair has become thinner these days.

   He murmured in a low voice, finished counting the inventory, put away the ledger, and just turned around, he froze in place.

  Behind him, a white feather was falling lightly from the sky, thinking of the ominous feather that represented the "call of death" that went viral recently, and Fansel almost had a cardiac arrest.

   After that feather, Blake, who came to visit him a month ago, was sitting leisurely on the barrel of wine. This time, he didn't wear a disguise, but he still appeared silently and without warning just like last time.

   "Oh, hello, the leader of the rebels, the underground giant of Suramar, the kind and wise Mr. Vansel."

  The pirate said softly:

   "The work you entrusted to the Uncrowned has been successfully completed."

   "Now, let's talk about compensation."

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   (end of this chapter)