Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 500 53. The cultural relics should all be put into the Explorer's Hall!

   Four days before the departure of the Narthas Academy Magic Visiting Group, a group of peculiar "guests" quietly landed on Tol Barad Island in the dark on the steamship sent by the goblins.

   It is rumored that this island is now occupied by a group of vicious pirates. These unnamed pirates also overturned several ships in Gilneas in the previous conflict with the Gilneas fleet.

  Although Gilneas officially denied the shameful news.

   But in private, all kinds of gossip are flying all over the sky, and those with intelligence sources are all saying that the retreat of the Gilneas fleet is not what they call the return voyage supply.

   It was because the Gilnean people realized that they had misestimated the strength of these pirates and were forced to retreat by the wild pirates.

   "So, Gilneas can't fight."

On the docks of Tol Barad Island, Brian Bronzebeard, an old dwarf wearing a standard hunting suit of the Explorers' Association, teased the pet monkey Gregbe he accidentally got in Stranglethorn Vale, while taking a distance to himself. Looking at the people around him through the telescope, he said:

"Their army is okay. I have seen the battle of the Grey Wolf Brigade in the Burning Steppes. They are a group of fierce and good soldiers. But their navy is too far behind, let alone compared with the Kul Tiras. Even the navy of Lordaeron is much better than them."

   "That's true."

   The human wearing a black dress beside Brian put down the telescope, nodded academically and said:

   "But I can't blame the Gilneas. The biting reefs on their peninsula waters are too troublesome, which severely limits their naval development. But the war between the navy and the pirates has nothing to do with us archaeologists.

  We are neutral. "

   "Hehe, you're always so naive, my friend Harrison."

   The old dwarf stroked his beautiful beard and threw the chattering monkey pet in his backpack. He stood up and said to the dozen or so fellow travelers behind him:

   "All cheer up, guys.

   We are going to deal with a group of vicious pirates today. I have seen the samples they sent to Ironforge. They are all very precious cultural relics, and their historical value and artistic value are almost perfect.

   We will definitely be able to find more ancient secrets about the elf empire and trolls from those artifacts.

   Grasp the muskets in your hands, and take your exploration picks with you. Although the pirates say that they welcome us "VIPs", pirates are pirates, and they can't believe a word of their words. "

   The well-informed old dwarf stopped and said:

   "We have also dealt with pirates in the South China Sea. If something goes wrong, everyone will know what to do."

   The elite members of the Explorers Association behind the old dwarf replied in unison.

   But in fact, they don't have to be too afraid, because among the companions, there are five fully armed Ironforge Royal Guards.

  These muscled dwarves are the toughest and most elite warriors among the dwarves, and their armor is forged by themselves, as well as enchanted by human mages.

   Wearing double axes on his waist, carrying warhammers and long-barreled muskets on his back, with short-barreled fire guns inserted in his waist, armed to the teeth.

  The five dwarves went crazy, and ten times as many pirates were only slaughtered by them, not to mention that the dwarf explorers were not scholars who were powerless.

   These people are digging all over the world, and there will always be troubles of one kind or another.

   No one who can become an elite explorer is easy to mess with.

   They all dared to follow old Brian, and went deep into the wild jungle of Stranglethorn Vale without guards, and retreated back in full beard and tail under the pursuit of the savage troll headhunter.

   This shows the sturdy combat effectiveness of this group of "archaeologists".

   The mere pirates, hehe, dared to go back on their word, and smashed their heads with a pickaxe.

   "If there is a real fight, you hide behind us."

  The sturdy old Brian skillfully loaded his beloved double-barreled shotgun with bullets, and said to Harrison Jones, the human archaeologist who was beside him:

   "You, a scholar who does theoretical research all day, really shouldn't follow me this time."

   "Hey, don't underestimate me."

   Harrison, who felt that he was despised, shrugged helplessly, and took out a short-barreled musket made by a dwarf from his luggage. He said to the old dwarf:

   "I've also done field work. Although I'm not as good as you guys who run around the world, I still saved you when you were doing archaeology in Redridge Mountain."

   "That's your luck."

  Brian was a little embarrassed, he grabbed his exploration hat and said:

"That vulture can't hurt me. Even without your shot, I can smash its head with a pickaxe. Besides, when you joined the Explorers' Association, I told you that archaeology is not just a job. Work hard in the library.

  Lost knowledge is all over the world, and our mission is to dig it up and put it in a museum.

  Shhh, here they come, get ready! "

   Under the reminder of the old dwarf, everyone held their breath and clenched their weapons.

  What kind of a group of pirates are, they know best, if it wasn't for the amazing development this time, these decent people wouldn't have dealt with these evil guys.

   The thought of those precious artifacts in the hands of a group of pirates broke the hearts of these archaeologists.

  The cherished antiquities should be placed on the exhibition stand, so that everyone can know the glory of the past history they represent, instead of being sold as commodities by greedy pirates.

   is too bad.

   To be honest, if the dwarves didn’t have a navy, Old Brian would have the intention to bring the fleet over and grab the precious relics from the pirates.

   "Hey, what's up with you rude dwarves? Put down your weapons!"

  The one who came to greet the dwarves was Eudora, the fox-man captain. She was small and walked in front, followed by two powerful tauren pirate guards with antlers.

   This strong contrast made Eudora look like a little one, but seeing her lively appearance with her tail flapping and her captain's hat on, everyone present knew that this little man was the talkative one.

   "Today is a deal, not a war. What are you doing with so much tension?"

   Foxman scolded with his hips on his back:

   "If we really have bad intentions, your broken guns can't protect you."

   Speaking, Eudora grabbed a horn and blew a few times.

   A few seconds later, amidst the exclamations of the dwarves, a sea giant nearly ten meters high suddenly rushed out from behind the dark sea.

   The guy with the eccentric shark head hat slammed the rusted anchor on the beach with a thud, shaking the pier, and he shouted:

   "What kind of bastard, dare to attack Tol Barad! To challenge the undead pirates, pass the level of the roar first!"

   "See?"

   Eudora pouted, pushed her blindfold, and said to the dwarfs who were stunned in front of her:

   "If you can let you on the island, it means that we are not hostile, otherwise your ships will not want to approach Tol Barad. I warn you, Gork and his clansmen are a bit addicted to cannibalism recently.

   And they haven't tasted dwarves yet, so you better be honest!

lay down your weapon! "

  Old Brian wanted to refute, and showed this short foxman the unyielding courage of the dwarves.

   But while the monkey pet Grieb behind him was screaming like crazy, he glanced at the Seiko double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and then at the sea giant who was staring at them behind him like a sculpture.

   This gun is great, it can smash the head of a troll with one shot.

   But no matter how powerful a shotgun is, it can't be used to deal with sea giants, right?

   "Ahem, we dwarves like shotguns. It's just an ornament we carry around, it's our cultural tradition! For example, I'm an archaeologist, and it's normal to carry a digging pick."

  Bryan coughed a few times and waved the dwarves behind him to put down their weapons, but instead of dropping the firearms, he said a few words to Eudora.

   Foxman pouted, ignoring this good-faced old dwarf.

   She whistled, and the hyenas, bred by the foxmen, howled and charged, these fierce beasts with saddles on their backs, and said to the dwarves:

   "Come on, come with me, the fair will start soon. Those elves are more punctual than you, and they are more careful."

   Eudora touched the magic jewelry hanging on the belt, narrowed her eyes and said:

   "They also brought gifts to each of our captains. How can you dwarves be so rude, and bring guns here."

   "Elves? Sacred Relic Society?"

   The old dwarf was shocked when he heard the fox man's words, he frowned and said:

   "Those **** elves who got into the eyes of money don't understand the value of cultural relics, they just take it out and sell it, a bunch of **** who have sullied sacred archaeology!

   You can't sell artifacts to them!

   Also, who said we didn't bring gifts? "

  Brian rolled his eyes, took a few steps forward, and handed the Seiko double-barreled shotgun to Eudora, saying:

   "This is our gift! Hey, the Seiko shotgun handcrafted by the gnome master is a fun thing that money can't buy, and it's much more useful than the magic toy the elves give you.

   You are right? "

   "Hey, this is good!"

  The fox pirate touched the heavy and sophisticated firearm in her hand, and her tail wagged even more happily. She skillfully made an aiming movement, turned her head and gave the old dwarf a thumbs up.

Say:

   "Okay, you dwarves are quite sincere.

  Let's go, I'll take you to my Alpaca now, those hypocritical elves are still in a relationship with the commander, I'll show you the goods first. "

   The cunning foxman said softly:

   "Didn't you just say that selling precious cultural relics to elves is a waste? Well, for the sake of this gift, you can go and pick them first.

   I hope you brought enough money here. "

   "You don't want to slaughter us."

  The old dwarf mounted the hyena mount that looked very dangerous, he pointed to Harrison next to him, and said to Eudora:

   "We brought the best scholar here, and he will be in charge of the valuation."

   "I can't use him."

  The fox man snorted, grabbed the reins and said:

   "We have prepared treasure appraisers, all the sages of the oldest ancestor turtle scrolls. Since you are archaeologists, you must have heard the name of the ancestor turtle?

   In the field of treasure appraising, besides my captain, who else can be more powerful than those irritating ancestor turtles? "

   "You are still related to the ancestor turtle? It's amazing."

  The old dwarf traveled south and north, and his knowledge was outrageous. Naturally, he knew about the ancestor turtle, and he did not object to the arrangement of the pirates.

   But at this moment, his attention was on Eudora, and he said:

   "When I was digging for archaeology in the South China Sea Islands, I heard some businessmen say you foxmen. I heard that you only breed on the island of Zandalar, so why would you join pirates?"

   "Don't try to lie to me!"

   Eudora glared at the old dwarf and said:

   "The captain said, you old Brian Bronzebeard is the most cunning, and I am not allowed to answer any of your questions.

   However, the captain also said that there are many ancient troll ruins in the Voldun Desert, and the prehistoric ruins of Nazmir also need people to explore, but only the most professional archaeologists can find those lost knowledge.

   So, if you are interested, I can sell you a map of the ruins drawn by our foxmen.

  I promise, you will be the first to go to the Great Desert for archaeology.

  There are so many secrets waiting to be seen again, aren't you excited?

   After a while, I'm going to send some people back to Zandalar to deliver supplies to my tribe. You and your people can go together. "

"Really?"

   The eyes of the old dwarf were shining, his hands were itchy, and his heart was also itchy, a prehistoric ruin where no one had ever done archaeological work! Which archaeologist can resist this temptation?

   But he hesitated and said:

   "The Explorers Association has also applied to the Zandalar trolls before, but they won't let us set foot on their island."

   "Can they control you, can they control us?"

   Eudora snorted and said proudly:

   "The Foxmen are the natives of the Voldun Desert. The golden fleet of the Zandalar trolls will not prevent our ships from entering there, so the opportunity is rare, Sir Brian, you have to seize it.

  I tell you, the troll ruins under the Vol'dun Desert are at least 16,000 years old. They can be traced back to the wild years before the establishment of the Zandalari troll kingdom.

   Nazmir's jungle ruins are even more powerful.

   I heard from those troll scholars that it was the first city of the native civilization of Azeroth!

  It is much earlier than the time when the Elf Empire established the city. Among the products this time, there are things we brought from Nazmir, you can see with your own eyes. "

"do not talk!"

   Brian would have been out of breath by this time, and he said:

   "Where's the map? Give it to me."

   "Hehe, where's the money?"

   Foxman waved the old map in his hand and said:

   "You don't want to prostitute for free, do you?"

"this is for you."

   The old dwarf grabbed his backpack, rummaged through it, found a fine and brutal style glove, and threw it to Eudora, saying:

   "This is a good thing I found in the troll capital Zul'grabri. It's a very powerful magic item. It should be enough, right?"

"This"

   Foxren hesitated a bit. She turned around and took out a magic stone made by a magistrate from Narthalas College, asked a few questions to the other side, and then said to the dwarf with a flick of her tail:

   "This thing is a set, and there is another one. Give that to me too, and I will give you the map."

   "How do you know it's a set?"

   The old dwarf pouted.

   gave the other glove to the fox man in pain, in exchange for a map of the ruins of Zandalar. He was looking at it happily, but Harrison, who was not guarding his back, suddenly whispered to him:

   "Things are troublesome!"

"Um?"

   The old dwarf looked up suspiciously and said:

"what happened?"

   "Over there!"

  Harrison pointed to another road not far away and said:

   "I heard a familiar voice. It was the notorious artifact dealer from Bud Nedrek, and they were also invited. These pirates plan to sell their artifacts to three at the same time!"

   "Ah, **** it!"

  The old dwarf's head also ached, he thought about it, and said to Harrison:

   "Don't be afraid, the money we brought this time should be enough to save the next part, and the rest falls into the hands of the cultural relic dealers, which is much better than the hands of the elves.

   At least they don't destroy precious relics to gain **** power.

   Maybe, we can work with those guys.

  You go and contact them, Harrison, the artifacts should be kept in the museum in the Explorer's Hall, and must not fall into the hands of pesky elves! "

   (end of this chapter)