Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 533 86. Spirit Control. Fisherman's Dream

   Nanhai Town is very lively these days.

   The residents who didn't live on hand seemed to fall in love with the sport of fishing all of a sudden. As long as they were free, they would drag their families to the town's pier and throw a few poles.

   Of course, fishing is fake, watching the fun is real.

   Two young men, Nat Pagle and Joe Hale, who left town half a year ago, returned a few days ago. They not only returned home safely, but also brought back quite strange things.

   has become a new gossip "hot spot" for urban residents for a while.

   "That elf sister is so dark."

   On the pier in the afternoon, a little boy with a fishing hat on his shoulders by his father, waving his fingers, shouted in a childlike manner, which resulted in laughter from the surrounding guys who were fishing.

   "It's impolite to talk like this, don't say it in front of others!"

   The little boy's father was a little embarrassed and reprimanded him on the ground, but he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the long bridge next to the pier.

   Howl and his elf wife were sitting side by side fishing. The two of them were sweet and exchanged from time to time in words that the townspeople could not understand.

Next to   , there are a few cute children of the night with bare feet carrying small buckets, busy loading fish for Uncle Hal.

   "That elf is really dark."

   A group of fishermen who were "strongly watching" in the central part of the pier were also communicating in private, especially a group of young people about the same size as Hal, who always talked about this elf endlessly.

   "I was drinking with Nat at the bar yesterday, and I heard Nat talk nonsense. This elf is not a white elf from the north, but a black elf living on a large island in the sea.

  It is said that they have a kingdom on the island with a very beautiful and magnificent city. Nat boasted that he had fished in that city, and that there were millions of black elves in that city. "

  A young man with a moustache grabbed a fishing rod and said to the group of "fishing friends" beside him:

"Nate also said that the fleet he is currently serving will go back in a few days, and I plan to go with him. Although my fishing skills are not as good as Hal and Nat, I am much stronger than them, and I will definitely be able to join the fleet. Find a job here."

   "Huh? You asked so much, just to go to the fleet to do cool work?"

   Someone next to him teased:

   "I'm afraid you also want to find a black-skinned elf to come back as a wife? This elf is not good-looking, and it is not as beautiful as the white elf in the north."

   "You young people know shit."

  The old man who brought his son to "fishing" threw out the hook and taught the "life experience" to this group of restless young people with disapproval.

   He wore an ambiguous smile that all men understand, glanced at the side, and commented in a low voice:

"The Quel'dorei elves in the north are white and beautiful, but they are too thin, and they don't have a lot of flesh on their bodies. Although black elves like Mrs. Howl look ordinary at first glance, they are much stronger than white elves. .

  Look at that chest, look at that leg, Hal's waist is probably cut off by her. And don't you think that the lines on Madame Villeneuve's face look pretty on closer inspection?

  You kids, you can only look at your face, but real men know it. Ahem, don’t listen to children, go and play while picking up crabs. "

   This big brother was talking vigorously, and the eyes of the young people next to him were shining, and they were "listening" with modesty and earnestness, intending to learn some life experiences.

   But when the old man turned around, he found that his youngest son was also listening blankly.

   Immediately took off the pipe in his mouth, waved his hand and gestured to hit, and drove this little **** who had not learned since childhood away.

   The little boy was not angry either, thinking that he would report to his mother after returning home, saying that his father was peeking at Uncle Hal's elf wife again.

  Speaking of which, in the past few days since Uncle Hal came back, the uncles and aunts in the town seem to be quarreling more and more.

   Yesterday, Uncle John who was next door to his house had a fight with his wife. As a result, his wife went back to her parents' house with the child. I really don't understand the complicated world of adults.

   But Uncle Hal's elf wife is really tall. She stands a head taller than Uncle Hal. It would be nice to be this tall in the future.

  The desire of the little boy is so simple.

   His happiness is also simple.

  It is always easier for children to make friends. In a few minutes, this little boy with a small bucket to catch crabs made friends with a few children of the night.

   They went to the beach to pick up shells and play with their small buckets, giggling and laughing with bare feet.

  There are soldiers patrolling around here recently. A group of murlocs on the coast were chased away by murloc pirates a few days ago. The coast is very safe, and the children have a good time.

   However, Hal and Villeni, who were the objects of "being watched", were a little embarrassed.

   These days, no matter what the husband and wife do, they are surrounded by a group of people.

  Hal was very proud at first, but then got bored. This is normal. No one can stand being talked about by a group of men all day about their wife.

   "Shall we leave this afternoon?"

   Followed the fleet to the Broken Isles and went around Northrend again. Howl is much more mature than he was before. At the suggestion of his wife, he grew a beard.

   This will swing out the fishing rod and say to Villeyne who is also fishing next to him:

   "Go back to Tol Barad on the boat of the murlocs.

  The college of Nathalas is recruiting students recently. Little Connie should also be ready to give it a try. I think our daughter will definitely become a very powerful mage. "

   "She's too young, let's wait a few more years."

  Villenet gently helped Hal to straighten his hair, she looked left and right, and whispered:

   "And I think you should pay attention to Nat, his recent situation is not optimistic. I have never seen a person with good skills who fall so fast.

  He has gone from being a great master angler to a sloppy drunk.

   He hasn't been out fishing with you for a long time, right? "

   "Nate. His situation is more complicated."

   Mentioning his good friend, Hal also sighed. He grabbed his wife's waist and said in a low voice:

   "Nate won't let me care about him, he told me to stay away from him, and he said something after he was drunk, he would bring bad luck to everyone.

   This is not something you and I can solve.

   But there are several troll witch doctors on the island, and there are also doctors in the ancestor turtles. It is really impossible to send him to the mages in the South Island. They can always find a way to treat him. "

   "Maybe you can find the captain."

  Veyronne thought for a while, changed to Thalassian, and said to Hal:

   "The omnipotent captain must have a way."

   "Nat won't let me go to Captain Black."

  Hal also changed into Saras with a human accent, and said with a headache:

   "He said the captain had something terrible on him and wouldn't let me get close to him. You know, Nat had magical powers, and the Primitive Turtles called him 'the Prophet' in awe.

   He grew up with him and I know how peculiar Nat's abilities are, and if he says that, it means he really sees something we can't.

  Speaking of which, Villeneuve, I plan not to sail with the fleet in the future.

   Then stay in Tol Barad to finish the logistics. I bought a house in the town of Losberg without telling you, and we will live there from now on. "

   "You are the head of the family, I listen to you."

  Villeneuve smiled softly, kissed Hal on the forehead, and said:

   "The first half of my life was bad enough, and now I just want to live a peaceful life. And the college of Nar'Thalas is in Tol Barad, so it's easy for our kids to study in the future."

"child?"

  Hal blinked and looked at Villeyne's flat stomach. He was ecstatic for a moment, but cold water was poured over the next moment.

   "Don't think about it, not yet."

   "No way? I've been working so hard lately, I have to work until midnight every night, how can I still be?"

   "Idiot! Don't say such things outside!"

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   "How did you make yourself like this?"

While Hal and his wife were talking about things that are not suitable for children, in Nanhai Town, in Nat Pagle's ancestral house, Blake, who came to hear the news, was frowning, looking at the drunk Nat Pagle in front of him. grid.

   His "fishing god" will no longer see the funny sunshine of the past. He is lying on the bed, holding a bottle of wine in his arms, his face is withered, his hair is disheveled, and his eyes are dull.

   Surrounded by empty wine bottles and dirty clothes covered in vomit.

  Beside the pirate, the diligent little maid Taresha was clumsily instructing the magic broom to sweep the ground, while she rolled up her sleeves, folded Nat's clothes together, and planned to take them to the yard to wash them.

  Black stared at Nat, who didn't seem to see him at all.

   His mouth moved slightly as if he was talking, but he didn't make any sound. That gesture was very similar to that of a drunkard or a mentally ill patient.

"say!"

  The pirate reprimanded, but Nat didn't respond. Blake stepped forward and slapped him twice, causing Nat to wake up. The latter glanced at the pirates as if they had seen something terrifying.

   He let out a uh uh roar, and retreated to the corner of the bed in a panic, hugging his body tightly, closing his eyes tightly, wishing to bury his head in his chest.

   "Well, that's weird, he 'saw' me."

  Xalatas gave a small exclamation and whispered in Blake's ear:

   "Your 'fishing god' seems to be 'awakened'. It should be the influence of that luminous night pearl. He can now see the shadow of the void and hear the call of the abyss.

  Unfortunately, he is just a lucky or unfortunate mortal, and his rational mind cannot accept knowledge beyond imagination.

   He wants to understand what he sees and hears, but this pushes the limits of his intelligence, and his brain cannot convert what he sees into something he can understand.

   He already has signs of stepping into madness, and wants to relieve the fear of alcohol paralysis, tsk tsk, the typical path of transformation of ancient **** believers, at most three months, his body will be distorted by looking directly at the void.

  If you don't intervene, he will end up being a K'thir. "

   "Didn't I come here?"

  The pirate sighed, snatched the wine from Nat's hand, twisted the lid and took a sip. He looked at the miserable fisherman and said:

   "Is there any way to help him?"

   "Yes, a lot. But the result of my help basically ends with him transforming into a void form."

  Xalatas made a bad joke, and then answered solemnly:

"He became like this when he came into contact with N'Zoth's creation, so the way to rescue him has to be found in N'Zoth's system. Maybe you can let him join the Church of the Storm, there must be a way to heal the erosion of the void. .

   And with his current super 'spirit vision', he will definitely be like a duck to water in that system, and maybe he will become an excellent tide sage in the future. "

   "So troublesome? Can't you 'physical exorcism'?"

  Black rubbed his head and said:

   "Use the hand of silver, the holy relic stored by the Church of Holy Light, to give him a shot, will you?"

   "Theoretically yes."

   Xalatas snorted and said in a disdainful tone:

   "But you have to consider the actual situation, Nat Pagle is just an ordinary person, so the high-purity holy light hits him, the void is indeed purified, and he himself will be melted.

   Of course, this is also a relief.

   In addition, don't even think about using your strange divine power extraction ritual, his soul will be extracted by you with the erosion of the void. "

   "Ah, trouble, it looks like I'll have to send my 'fishing god' to Kul Tiras."

  Blake touched his chin, blinked and said:

   "Since it's the problem caused by Dusk Night Pearl, can I help him complete the trial of Night Pearl?"

"no."

   Xalatas explained:

   "That thing can only be done by Nat himself, and he must first acquire the basic knowledge that he will not go crazy when he contacts the void, before he can complete the so-called 'Trial of the Fisherman' in your mouth.

   Ordinary people are so troublesome once they come into contact with the void.

   They are too fragile, you can't even help him. Although they are enemies of each other, I also have to admit that it is indeed necessary for the Church of the Holy Light to choose to block the existence of the Void to the ignorant masses. "

   "Will he be sober for a while? I need to talk to him."

   Black said something.

   "It's simple, just get scared."

   Xal'atas made a nasal sound.

   In the next moment, she was like intimidating those cowards, detonating her own reprimand in Nat's mind, causing the Fisherman to scream while holding his head, and vomit some disgusting things.

   After a few seconds, Nat's eyes became clear.

  He raised his head, looked at Blake, rushed over with his hair disheveled, hugged the pirate's waist and howled.

   The cries are full of grievances and fears.

   Alas, it's really hard for this ordinary person.

   But what to say?

   When Nat got the Dusk Night Pearl, the pirate warned him that this "trial" was started by himself, so no one could blame others.

   "Captain, run!"

  Black was about to comfort Nat, but unexpectedly the embarrassed Nat raised his head and hoarsely warned him:

   "One of my seven nightmares last night was about you.

   The short eagle-eyed Reaper has spotted you, his shadow casts in the burning flames, and he will throw the sword of destruction on you.

   There is also a swarm of flaming green vines rushing towards you, howling and marching to hang you in the forest of thorns.

   Right in Hillsbrad Hills!

   is here, two traps have been laid for you, they have found you, run!

   Let's run. "

   (end of this chapter)