Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 395 104. Dear old Gani, come out to pick up guests

   It is not easy to convince an adult of something.

  Especially when the two parties have just met and are strangers, if the object of persuasion is a group of guys who have lived for hundreds of years, then the so-called "trust" is even more so.

   Fortunately, Blake is a "flexible" person, and he has a very "flexible" moral bottom line.

He wouldn't go to great lengths to persuade those who didn't believe him, nor would he prove his sincerity to a group of strangers, nor would he be naive enough to believe in his own words, which would make the Suramar rebels in front of him abandon him. Do everything with him.

   As a pirate captain, Black has learned one thing long ago.

   In addition to trusting others to obey, fear and intimidation can achieve the same effect.

   "Why are we building a garbage dump here?"

  Delin, the leader of the gondola girl, was holding an old elf lantern and complained to Fansel beside him:

   "It's all your fault, Vansel! You brought him here, I should be drinking and chatting with my sisters at the dock now"

   "I still have a date tonight, so I can't go on."

   The short brewer Marga also complained in a low voice.

   She dared not speak loudly.

   For fear of being heard by the vicious pirates behind him, he was holding a dirty magic elf doll in his arms, and he didn't know where such a thing came from in the basement of the tavern in Fansel.

   "Ladies, be patient."

   As a powerful intelligence countermeasure, Mr. Hillgreen, the housekeeper of the Qianyue County manor, has obviously seen the world, and he will ignore the demeanor he has been maintaining.

   He held several empty wine bottles in both hands and placed them on the garbage pile that had already been piled up in front of him.

   clapped his hands and said to the people beside him:

   "Complaining is on occasion, my mates, there are people we can't complain about. Especially if he doesn't give us the power to say no.

   Consider what the Uncrowned One did the last time he came to the city. "

   This little reminder made the other three Nightbornes startled. They looked at each other and stopped talking, but they were collecting garbage around a little faster.

   Their conversation was muted, but Black could hear it clearly.

   It's just that the Assassin Master is not in the mood to chat with his "newbies" right now. He is "training" the Night Son Assassin Aruin in front of him.

   The way of training is also very simple.

"last chance!"

  Blake pinched a golden elf coin between his fingers, placed it in front of him and Aruin, and said:

   "Get it from me and you have the power to 'choose'. But since you've failed six times, I'd say don't get too confident."

   "Om"

   The next moment, the gold coin jumped back and forth between Blake's four fingers like a beating bug.

  Because the speed is too fast and the light is dark, Aruin can only see the phantom of a ball of gold coins dancing in the hands of the pirates. This is thanks to the elf's natural excellent vision, otherwise he can't even see the shadow of the gold coins.

   Aruin's purple eyes almost burst open.

   He is under a lot of pressure now, he must get that **** gold coin so that he can refuse the solicitation of this powerful assassin in front of him.

   He is not without desire for power.

   He just didn't trust Blake.

   This is a dangerous person in front of him, and the pirates themselves did not hide this.

   Considering that Arruin still has a sickly younger sister to take care of, he really has no interest in joining that "Uncrowned One".

   He has only one chance.

  When Blake didn't move his body, not even his wrist, and only moved five fingers, he had to pinching the gold coin precisely!

must

  He adjusted his breathing and focused his attention on his vision, following the instructions of the elf assassin who trained him as a child.

   There is no exaggerated time slowdown.

   But Aruin did find a way. He couldn't see the rhythm of the gold coins with his eyes at all, so he didn't look at it at all.

   Listen with the excellent hearing brought by the elf's long ears. Every time the gold coin collides with Black's leather gauntlet, the sound is very clear, fast and rhythmic.

It's now!

"Snapped"

   The Nightborn Elf with his eyes closed suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the Elf Gold Coin that was vibrating between the pirate's fingers with two fingers.

   There was a chill where he started, which made him shudder.

   He panted, took a step back, raised the gold coin in his hand, and wanted to return it to Black.

  The pirate just clapped his hands and said happily:

   "Congratulations, you finally got it, I thought I was going to lose you, a potential member. Go back and pack your things, we will leave Suramar tomorrow night.

   Remember to bring your sister with you.

   You should know that there is no hope for her to stay in Suramar.

   can't get rid of magic wine, she can only be a magic addict all her life, just like you, and like other people in this city who are getting deeper and deeper.

  Follow me, things might not get better, but they definitely won’t get any worse.

   You say, right? "

After   , Black turned around and walked out of the darkness, towards the small garbage dump that had been built.

  Behind him, Aruin wanted to reject him clearly, and he was not uncommon to become an uncrowned assassin, but he didn't say it after all.

  He and his sister are the bottom of the city, so what if they can survive the growing shortage of magic wine? It's just a bottomless quagmire here.

   They can't escape Elisande, they can't escape the magic addiction that accompanies them like a shadow.

   This is an incurable disease.

   As an older brother, when doing things, especially when making choices, you really have to think more about your younger sister.

   Even if she can't get rid of the magic addiction in the end, let her go to the outside world to take a look at the different scenery, so as not to be trapped in Surama.

   is not bad.

   "What, when you go back, select some young elves who are as flexible as you, younger, have no bad habits, and are malleable from the fraternity of your little gangster."

  Black took a few steps, then turned back and said:

   "Anyway, one is teaching, and the other is training. If you can bring a lot of people back, I don't mind letting you be a small leader or a person in charge.

   But let’s say in advance, before the end of the sea journey back to the Eastern Continent, if your level has not reached my requirements, I will throw you all into the sea.

   Lest I go to the mainland and embarrass me. "

   This request made Aruin squeeze the gold coin in his hand.

   This guy. I haven't agreed to join his ghost faction yet, but now I've put it on the spectrum, looking at his arrogant appearance, I really want to give him a knife from the back!

   "Well, the action efficiency is good, look at this garbage pile, it really reveals an elf-style delicacy. Are you children of the night something wrong?

   It’s just a garbage dump”

  Blake looked at the small garbage pile in the center of the basement in front of him. The four elves sorted the garbage into different categories and placed them neatly together.

   makes it not look like a garbage dump at all, but rather like a stall in a flea market.

   "That won't work."

  The pirate shook his head and said:

   "Faced with such a neat pile of things, it will not answer the call, this is not a garbage dump at all, it has to be like this!"

   After saying that, he kicked over.

   made a mess of the tattered items that were neatly piled up in front of him, and poked around with his feet casually. After making a mess, he nodded with satisfaction.

   Then he took out an old wooden statue from his arms, touched it in his hand, put it in front of the garbage heap, coughed a few times, and said to the four elves around him:

   "Come, come and read it with me. I'll say one sentence to you. Don't read it wrong. What are you doing so far away? Behind me, men and women are lined up."

After    finished speaking, Blake cleared his throat and recited the hymn to summon old Ghani in Sarasian, followed by the four elves behind him.

   The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

   Because everyone felt that this prayer was not very serious, and the scene in front of me was more like a cult scene.

   Of course, if you consider that there is a garbage heap in front of you, instead of an altar decorated with sheep bones and blood, it makes this scene more like a group of lunatics, or drunkards playing "performance art".

  Black ignored this group of ignorant elves.

   After he finished his prayers, he looked forward. Old Gani dawdled and didn't want to come over, but the divine art ceremony had been completed, and a shadowy mist appeared on the garbage.

   "Come out quickly, it's not a big girl to be ashamed!"

  The pirate waited impatiently. He crossed his hips and shouted to the surging mist in front of him. As a result, the next moment, Old Gani's squeaking and sharp voice sounded from the other side of the mist.

   It stuck out a ghostly head from the fog and looked left and right, and shook it like a rattle, saying:

   "What the **** is your place? I won't go! It has a terrible atmosphere there. If I go there, I will be caught."

   "No, trust me."

  Black waved his hand and explained:

   "Elysander can only be temporarily strengthened to a demigod when he controls the Nightwell. Usually, she is just a high-level legendary spellcaster, one level lower than you in terms of life form.

   As long as you are careful, don't go to the dark night fortress, she can't catch you.

   As for the astrology of Aetauus, it is indeed a little troublesome, but I think that as a Loa who is good at concealment, it is impossible that you cannot even deal with this, right?

   This is an elf city that has not been cleaned for 10,000 years. Think about it, the weird garbage accumulated in these 10,000 years, I mean shiny, how much should there be?

   This is a treasure you won't find anywhere else in Azeroth.

   Come over here.

  I have something to tell you.

   There are many, many lowly people here who need your care and guidance. If you don't help them, there will be no one else in this world to help them. "

"yes?"

  Old Garni was suspicious, and carefully put a Loa clone over.

   The moment the gorgeously-haired slender-jawed dragon Loa appeared on the **** heap, the four children of the night behind Black were shocked.

   It's not that I haven't seen this scene.

  The children of the night were good at magic 10,000 years ago. They had never seen any strange scenes. What really shocked them was that they actually used a pile of garbage to summon something that looked incredible!

   And after Old Gani came over, he immediately became unhappy when he saw four black elves standing behind Black.

   A trace of disdain and contempt flashed in those sly and big eyes.

  It said in an oily tone:

   "Ha, it's a variant of the noble High Elves. It's only been ten thousand years since we haven't seen each other. How can we live so desolately? Look at your city."

  Old Gani sniffed, opened his mouth full of small files and teeth, and said in a long voice:

   "The exterior is still smeared with luxury, but the interior is already rotten. Old Gani stands here, and he can smell the terrible depravity in this city without looking at it with his eyes.

   Countless people wailed in the quagmire. They had nowhere to stand, their fallen souls longing for comfort, even 10,000 times more pitiful than the most miserable beggar in Dazar'alor.

  The people who stepped on them drank happily day and night, trying to maintain the glitz of 10,000 years ago.

   It's not that they don't know the situation is bad, they just don't bother to watch.

  Tsk tsk, what a doomsday picture.

  Bah!

   It really makes me feel sick! nausea! "

  It spoke contemptuously, and stretched out its three claws, making a human pinky thumb up, expressing contempt. It must have learned from the Dusk Forest.

   "How is it? I said you'd like it here, right?"

   Black whistled and said to old Ghani:

   "These four people in front of you, who are now serving me, want to help the lowly in the city, but they don't know how to do it. The effort they put in is just a drop in the bucket compared to the current state of the city.

   I need you to teach them the survival skills of the lowly, and I need you to guide them to protect themselves in their own strength, as you did in Duskwood.

   This is not difficult for you, right? "

   "Not difficult? Quack quack"

  Old Garni gave an ugly laugh.

   It used its tail adorned with bone pendants to slap the pirate, who had no backache, and said in a loud voice:

   "Is it a thousand times more difficult to teach this place than Duskwood? If I put it on a normal day, I would only stay as far away from such a place as possible.

   But you are my friend, and you can always find some surprises for me, so I still have to help with this little favor.

   Hey, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but after this meeting, I suddenly felt that you were much more pleasing to the eye. The smell of 'rich man' on you suddenly faded a lot.

   Have you gone bankrupt recently? "

   "Don't mention this, I have a psychological shadow, maybe contracted some hellish mental illness, this will be very uncomfortable."

  Black sighed, waved his hand and said:

   "Anyway, if you're willing to help."

   "Yo, wait a minute, this is not for nothing, my great scavenger Black."

  Old Gani stretched out his claws and put them on Blake's shoulders. Like the two brothers, he extended his slender neck from the other side of the pirate's head.

   It lowered its voice and said:

   "You also have to do me a favor, a very troublesome and troublesome one. I can't hold it back in Duskwood, the refugees and the priests of the Holy Light are in conflict.

   Even Redridge was affected.

   Quickly use your invincible evil wisdom to help me solve this!

immediately! immediately! "

   (end of this chapter)