Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 447 156. Stop singing, Sao or not, be a fun person

   "Bounty Bay. So noisy."

   As a merchant ship of Kul Tiras slowly docked, the Nightborn Demon Swordsman Aluriel, who was wearing a magical camouflage, stepped off the board lightly.

   What caught her eye was a vibrant but chaotic city of goblins.

   has the lively feeling of Boralus Harbor, but this bay city is obviously more "inclusive", where you can see almost all races in Azeroth.

  The magic swordsman has become accustomed to the way of life in human society.

   As the noisy goblin tax collectors haggled with the Kul Tiras seamen to collect taxes, she disappeared into the dark alleys of the Booty Coast pier without anyone noticing.

   However, the "tails" behind her still followed far away. She knew that this must have been arranged by the king Dai Lin. They had been watching her while she was on the boat.

   These guys are very professional.

   It should be a high-level assassin from Ravenholdt, and I don’t know what the purpose of following her is, but it is definitely not to kill her.

  Daelin has seen the power of Aluriel. If she really wants to assassinate her, it is impossible to hire only this person.

   They should have come for some information. Perhaps it is to find out the true origin of Aluriel, or to see the purpose of her coming to the Eastern Continent as an elf.

   This kind of tracking bored the magic swordsman.

   But she didn't get rid of them deliberately, but like a tour in Booty Bay, passing through those intricate buildings, and also asked a few people for directions.

   Finally, after walking into an alley, he disappeared silently.

   made the stalkers following her bewildered.

This.

   Is this some kind of elf magic?

   That swordsman who can use magic has such a high level of spellcasting?

   The disappearance of Aluriel was indeed the magic of the elf, but it was not released by the magic swordsman himself.

   She just found Suramar's arcanists, the teleportation rune set in the corner of Booty Bay city.

  The Great Magister Elisande has dispatched ambassadors to all parts of the world after opening Suramar. With a positive and cautious attitude, he has made the most initial contact with the outside world.

  As the most prosperous commercial city in the Eastern Continent, there must be messengers from Suramar on Booty Coast.

   This is also the purpose of Aluriel coming to this city.

   She must report her contact with Daelin to the High Magister, as well as the true identity of the hateful pirate who plundered Suramar, to avoid more conflict between her own people and the mighty Kul Tiras.

  The teleportation rune sent the magic swordsman deep into Booty Bay. In a small human-style manor built on the mountain, she saw her clansmen.

  Two arcanists, one magic swordsman, and three guys are sitting in the house, basking in the sun, while maintaining the same posture as a salted fish.

   On the table in front of them, there were some weird herbs, ignited by flames, exuding a pungent and weird smell.

   And the state of the three Nightborne is obviously not right.

   They looked confused and satisfied, as if they had absorbed a lot of magic at one time, and fell into a state of temporary psychedelic satisfaction.

   The corner of Aluriel's eyes twitched when he saw this scene.

   Good guy!

   In Suramar you guys are just addicted to magic.

   As a result, he was sent out to the Huahua world outside, the problem of addiction to magic power was not solved, and now he has started to become addicted to dangerous things like "Blood Thorns" again.

  Bloodthorn is what these three Nightborne messengers are sniffing. This is an herb native to Azeroth and has a good analgesic effect.

   is generally used by doctors as a medicinal material, but it has serious hallucinogenic and addictive properties.

  It is said that in the ancient capital of Gurubashi trolls, hidden in Zul'Gurub deep in the jungle of Stranglethorn, those troll priests will use this thing as a material to communicate with the **** Loa.

   But in Kul Tiras, the cultivation, use, and circulation of such things are expressly forbidden, and as far as Aluriel knows, other human nations also forbid such dangerous things.

   But it is said that in Quel'Thalas, the blood thorns are also very popular among the Quel'dorei elves, especially among the elf nobles with a corrupt style.

   As also in Stranglethorn Valley, Booty Bay, which has an intersection with trolls, is the largest production and sales place of blood thorns in the Eastern Continent, and it is also the hardest hit area for this thing.

   Greenskin goblins are famous for doing anything to make money.

  Selling blood thorn or something, oh, drizzle.

   "Clap clap"

   Aluriel is a good elf who keeps himself clean.

  Magic addiction is inherently useless, but she will never use other things to cause new trouble for herself.

   Seeing that the newly dispatched companions were so depraved, she was so angry that she rushed up to three mouths, and the three children of the night jumped up from the reclining chair.

   But seeing the magic swordsman angrily destroying the bundle of burning blood thorns with magic, the three Nightborn messengers with slap prints on their faces showed heartache.

   These old ladies who are curious about all kinds of addictives are really hopeless.

   "Connect the communication, I want to talk to the Great Magister."

   Aluriel glared fiercely at the three unpromising messengers in front of her, she said in a deep voice:

   "Although I have no military rank now, I am a civilian, but if I see you secretly using blood thorns in the past few days, I will chop off your heads!

   Lord Elisande sent you out for business purposes, not for you to indulge in the low-level fun provided by these goblins!

  You are elves!

   But noble Shaldorei, you represent the face of the Nightborne and Suramar, give me some dignity! asshole! "

   Under threat of death, the Emissaries of the Nightborne are very efficient.

Soon, the magical communication to Suramar was set up. In the study of the mansion, Aluriel, with a tone of self-blame and humility, described his experience in Kul Tiras as it was. told the Great Magister.

   On the other side of the magic projection of the communication, Elisande, the great magus in the luxurious palace, listened to Aluriel's report very seriously.

   When the Magic Swordsman pleaded guilty for leaving without saying goodbye, Elisande forgave her a lot.

   "I grew up watching you, Aluriel. I saw your talent. I also know your character, and I'm not surprised you did such a reckless thing."

  The Great Magister said to the magic swordsman in a gentle tone that an elder speaks to a younger one:

   "Although I was a little angry at your self-righteousness at first, but after calming down, I don't think it's a bad thing for you.

   That hateful pirate is right, a genius like you, if you want to go further, you have to be tempered by wind and rain. Keeping you in Suramar will only make you a flower in a greenhouse.

   Don't worry, I'm not angry anymore. "

   Hearing the Great Magister's answer, Aluriel suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

   But soon, she heard Elisande's voice change and said another thing:

   "A lot has happened during the time you left your hometown. We brought back the dark walkers from thousands of years ago and asked them to help us train a group of warriors.

   In the hands of those demon hunters, I was fortunate enough to find the daughter of my old friend, Lord Ravencrest, whom I regard as my niece.

   That is a very good girl, tough, strong and decisive, she will not bow her head after going through the wind and rain, just like you.

   However, she has had some troubles recently.

   is about the heroes of our elves, and about her father who has made great achievements. She needs to find some psychic books to relieve her father who has suffered for ten thousand years. "

  The Great Magister raised his head, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said to Aluriel in a gentle tone:

   "The knowledge Ilisana needs is right on your continent, in Dalaran, the magical city of humans. I'm busy with business and can't accompany her there, so I want you to accompany her.

   This is not a bad thing for your travel.

   Aluriel, are you willing to share this trouble for me? "

   "I am very willing, Great Magister."

   Aluriel immediately replied:

   "I will wait for Ilisana to join me in Booty Bay. From here, there are ships going directly to the northern borders of the Eastern Continent, and there are also Dalaran magicians who provide teleportation services here.

   It is very convenient to go there.

   However, Grand Magister, I have something to report to you about the envoys of Booty Coast, they are addicted to a kind of blood thorn.”

   "Ah, blood thorns."

   Before Aluriel's words were finished, the great magus on the projection in front of him smiled and picked up an exquisite incense burner in front of him, put it under his nose and took a light sniff.

   She showed a happy expression and commented:

   "The world in 10,000 years is not as bad as I thought. At least in terms of enjoyment, the use of blood thorns by those creatures called goblins really impressed me.

  Although it is far from the satisfaction of blending with magic power, the appearance of blood thorns will undoubtedly relieve our tribesmen's infinite hunger for magic power.

  I'm planning to make it into some kind of potion and roll it out in Suramar.

  Although we can't solve the magic addiction for the time being, maybe we can try to divert it.

   By the way, what did you just say? "

  “.”

   Aluriel closed her eyes in pain, and she said in a tone of despair mixed with prayer:

   "Please don't do this! My lord.

  Bloodthorn is a terrible catastrophe, and promoting it will only break the spine of our people. The Nightborne have suffered enough, stop burdening their poor souls. "

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   Northrend, Grizzly Hills.

  Blake is standing on the top of a mountain on the coast, looking at the naturally formed semi-enclosed harbour below with Kilroger's Eye.

   He watched the little murloc beside him jumping off the cliff with cheers, and plunged into the blue waters of the coast like a bungee jumping, splashing a splash of dancing water.

   After looking at the lush forest around him, he opened his mouth and said:

   "The rich Grizzly Hills is indeed the most suitable area for human habitation in Northrend. The environment is friendly, the temperature is pleasant, and there is such a natural harbor, it is no wonder that Lordaeron's second colony is here.

   Before the goblins come and take over this dock, I'm going to turn it into a home port for undead pirates, which is much better terrain than Rogue Harbor. "

   No one answered the pirate's words.

  Behind Black, Little Xingxing was frowning, looking at a few pages of paper, which was the news of the human world organized by Red Jack, which was sent by Old Gani before.

   The whole of it is about the state of affairs of Lothar.

   "I don't know Lothar's story very well, but according to you, he should be a hero for mankind."

  The simple blue dragon princess raised her head, waved the letter in her hand, and said to the pirate:

   "Since he is a hero, why do so many people want him to die?

   That's not right, what happened to you humans? No one can live for a hundred years. Should such a great man be witnessed in such a short life, shouldn't he be praised and protected? Why still hurt him? "

   "Uh, how do you ask me to explain this to you?"

  Blake frowned at Little Star's question.

   is not to say how difficult it is to understand this matter, but it is mainly because it is difficult for him to explain the complicated logic behind this matter in a few words to the simple little star.

   can only describe it very simply:

   "It can't be said that all nobles are bastards, and they all want Lothar to die. In fact, they can also respect Lothar very much, provided that this great man becomes a harmless statue of humans and animals.

   Like his ancestor, Thoradin, the co-lord of mankind. Become a legendary figure who will be hung on the wall and told various stories, but will not point fingers at others. "

  Blake rubbed his chin, "looked" at Little Xingxing's blank expression, and said:

   "As for the Emperor's Sword Stromka, it has been a big trouble since it appeared in legend.

   Now, this big trouble is still in the hands of Anduin Lothar, which is about to become a big problem that drives people crazy.

  I guess, at this time, there will always be people who will think, if Lothar is a brutal man, if he has such a little flaw, everyone will accept him.

  The problem is, he's too perfect.

   Can you understand?

  His perfection is his greatest original sin.

   Such a perfect person, such a lofty prestige, and an artifact in his hand that can legally rebuild the empire. The combination of these factors will make many people unable to sleep at night. "

   Probably because he saw the little star and still didn’t understand, the pirates changed their way and used an analogy to say:

   "I'll give you an example and you'll understand.

  If Malygos suddenly went mad and suddenly declared that magic was a sin, he would forcibly take back the magic of all spellcasters in the whole world through his authority in the magic web, and forbid everyone to use magic.

  What do you think will happen? "

   "The Spellweaver isn't crazy! It's just too withdrawn."

  Xiao Xingxing emphasized this fact, then tilted his head to think about it, poked his cheek and said:

   "Uh, but if the kind of thing you said happened, all mages in the whole world, no matter what race or background, would probably unite against the spell weavers.

  Although they will definitely lose, the Blue Dragons, facing an attack like that, may be... ah, this question is so abominable! "

   "You see, that's fine."

   Black let out a playful laugh and said:

   "You will be hated if you take what others have. In order to protect their own power, the dazed people who are immersed in it can pay any price.

   Even if it was a slim possibility, they would do everything in their power to prevent it from coming.

   This is the situation Lothar is facing now.

   In fact, when he returned to the Northern Xinjiang, it was not necessarily the result of someone's death.

  Everyone can sit down and talk until they reach a disposition that everyone is satisfied with, that is, Lothar gives up the sword of the emperor in his hand and gives up all threats.

   was elected as a 'saint' by everyone, held up high, and became a symbol of brilliance and harmlessness to humans and animals.

   But do you think Lothar will give up? "

   Before Little Xingxing could answer, Blake shook his head and said:

   "He won't, that's not a warrior's choice.

   So things in Northern Xinjiang are destined to be wonderful, very, very exciting. When I'm done here, I'm going to see it there, and I'm going to get involved and have some fun.

   Do you want to go with me? "

   "Yes! Definitely going."

   Little Xingxing said excitedly:

   "I like watching the fun too much. Let's walk around, quickly find that big horn, and then let's go to the Eastern Continent!"

   (end of this chapter)