Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 591 144. The First Violet Prison Talent Exchange Conference

  The aura of the pirates when they appeared, suppressed the chaos that was going on in the Violet Prison. The huge double-decker prison was dead silent, but soon, there was a sound of joy.

   "Captain!"

Seeing Black's appearance, the giant magician Zarak, who had been imprisoned here for many days, suddenly cried out with joy and loyalty. In the stunned gaze of the crowd, the worthless guy rushed forward a few steps, and a dashing kneeling slipped. , stopped smoothly in front of Blake.

   This guy even started to cry, calling out with snot and tears:

   "I miss you so much, woo woo woo, I've always been worried that you will be targeted by evil people outside. Without my loyal subordinate to **** you, what would you do if you were hurt?"

   "Get up! I'll hang you on the mast if you're embarrassed."

  Blake said something coldly with a sullen face.

  Zarak, who was crying bitterly, changed his serious expression in an instant, jumped up like the most loyal guard, and the guard stood beside the captain with his head held high.

  Well, if you ignore the comical bruise on his face, the majesty might be a little more real.

   "Captain!"

   is a few more calls, but not as exaggerated as Zalak.

   The warlocks who had been caught before quickly ran out of the crowd and gathered around Black. The skinny boy Kanrisad was also excited, but he was far better than the skinless Zalak.

   And several of Black's disciples did well, except for Anaris Moonshire.

   This night's child was carried over by Dakuru and the little girl Bijuka.

   Dalaran's mages don't know how to relieve and cure the addiction, and there is no magic wine for sale here. After being locked up in prison for so many days, the girl from Moon County almost turned into a wither.

   This will be as thin as a skinny body, holding his arms trembling, where is there a trace of grace that the eldest lady of the Yuejun family should have?

   "What a pity."

  Blake made a perfunctory comment, and took out a bottle of magic wine and handed it to Wilfred, the dwarf warlock beside him, who hurriedly opened the cap and gave it to the unconscious Anaris.

   Looking at the nervousness of the guys around, it seems that the law of "three irons of life" is also valid in the wizarding world. After being imprisoned together in Violet Prison for several days, these guys also established friendship.

   Of course, the Warlock version of "Friendship".

   "Go, get all your equipment back, it's a little chaotic outside, and I'll have you to do things later."

  Black threw the key he just got to Zarak next to him, and pointed to the small compartment outside the prison, where the prisoners' belongings were stored.

   These guys who were sent in because of fights had their equipment taken away when they entered the prison.

   However, since the warlocks are members of the mission of the Academy of Nar'Thalas, Dalaran's war mages keep their equipment well, and do not "draw" from it.

   But apart from Black's incompetent subordinates, there are other people in the prison.

  While Zarak took his follower Dakuru to get the equipment, the magic eye on Black's shoulder also looked at the chaotic scene in the prison hall in front of him.

   Those little wizards who were imprisoned for fighting, most of them have broken the cage, they gathered together and watched Blake vigilantly.

   And through the broken gate, they can also see the scene outside the prison.

   The fel energy cloud and mist in the sky, as well as the various demons roaring around, the smoke and the pungent smell of sulfur in the air are all proclaiming a fact to these little wizards who "live like years".

   That is, the magic city was attacked, and it was the most terrifying kind of attack.

"Don't look at it either, grab your own things and leave quickly, take refuge in the barrier of Nar'Thalas College, rush out bravely and fight the devil to the death, or get into the sewers to hide yourself. it is good.

   Those are the choices you will face next.

   I have done my best to let you out. "

  The pirate flicked his fingers and said to the little wizards who were hostile to him:

   "No one will stop you, and I didn't come here to find you today, don't worry I will avenge my incompetent and useless subordinates.

   Actually, I appreciate the way you Dalaran mages 'resolve' conflicts.

  If there is a chance in the future, I will hold some kind of event in the Dalaran sewers, such as the "Mage Boxing Championship", but that is the future.

  I am looking for them now. "

  Black pointed his finger to the other end of the hall. Compared with the unity of the little mages and the cunning of the Narthalas warlocks, the composition of the last batch of prisoners was very mixed, and it felt that the good and the bad were mixed.

   These guys are the real "masters" of Violet Prison, the **** who have been locked up in the Magic Prison for various reasons.

   They include human mages who study dark magic, murderous murderers and robbers, cultists who believe in some strange power, and thieves who steal from Dalaran.

   There are also orc warlocks captured in the orc wars and important war prisoners, and a big fat ogre.

   These are all good, these guys at least have a personal appearance.

   The worst thing is some guys who are difficult to describe with specific words, such as a torrent water element who stays in a magic cage and wears ice blade armor.

   For example, a huge Void Walker, or Shadow Elemental, who was summoned from the Twisting Void by someone unknown.

   That guy got out of the cage, but he didn't go anywhere else, just stayed in front of his cage, muttering something that no one could understand in a weird language alone.

   In addition to these two elemental creatures, Black also "saw" a well-fed lava dog lying beside his "lair".

   Under its terrifying two heads, there are the legs and hands of several hapless mortals.

  The legendary beast that exists only in the fire element gathering place or the fire source realm is probably one of the most dangerous guys in this prison.

   After all, in the upper cage, the pirates could still see a team of several fallen arakkoa, and in front of them was a red eye beholder who had just been slashed to death.

   Good guy.

   These fallen arakkoa are primordial creatures from Draenor, who summoned them to Azeroth? Could it be the slave who crossed the Dark Portal with the old tribe?

   Can kill rare demons like the Big Beholder, these arakkoa are capable of fighting.

   Finally, is a.

"boom"

   A muffled sound rang behind the pirate, and Black retracted his fingers wrapped in shadow magic, and said to the "bandaged man" behind him who tried to steal his things, but was "bumped" out of the shadow by the shadow impact:

   "Stay there honestly, you immortal spirit with dirty hands and feet, I'll talk to you later when I finish my business."

   He used the language of the ethereals.

   It was an eerie sound that was almost impossible to make with a human vocal cord, and the sharp vibrato made one wonder if Blake would have bitten off his own tongue when he spoke.

   And this weird "hometown dialect" made the imaginary spirit of the bandaged man who was trying to escape shake a little bit by the spirit body bound by the spirit pattern bandage. He got up honestly and hid aside.

   "I'm looking for you, real scumbags."

   Black let out a long breath and said:

"I'm going to do something big in Dalaran and need some 'talented' people to serve me, but I'm picky about price, I just want the best of you... eh? Why are there two lowly dwarfs locked up here This?"

   "Humble?"

The foul language of    pirates immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the two dwarfs hiding behind a group of prisoners.

   The two dwarfs, a man and a woman, were fighting each other with a wrench just now, and now they are standing on the same front strangely. The dwarf with a white beard and a blue robe shouted and waved the wrench:

"I don't know who you are, man, but no one dares to say the great Millhouse Manastorm is a 'lowly' dwarf! I mean, you at least save me face in front of my crazy wife "

"boom"

   Before he could finish his complaint, he was hit with a wrench **** his head.

   The female dwarf next to him wearing a cool engineering outfit, black mechanical goggles, and rather weird "sugar haws" hair, shouted in an extremely sharp and irritable voice:

   "Who are you calling crazy? You bastard! You actually reported me to the Council of Six, you actually reported your wife secretly, and sent your wife, that is, me, to this prison!

  I'm going to kill you! "

   "Who was sneaking?"

  The dwarf high-level mage named Millhouse corrected his beard and stared:

   "I reported it in an open and honest way, you crazy woman! Besides, didn't I take the initiative to come to the prison to accompany you? You should also calm down?"

   "You didn't come to accompany me at all, you lying dog."

   The dwarf mage's wife pulled out a small pistol used by dwarfs from her waist and shouted:

   "You were robbed by the black knights when you were running away. You were afraid that they would seek revenge to kill you, so you hid in the safest place in Dalaran. You can't lie to me!

   Only one of us can get out of this prison alive today! It can't be you, Millhouse! I hope you bought yourself insurance before you went to jail, and the beneficiary must have my name on it. "

   "Don't even think about it, you lunatic!"

  The two dwarfs noisily waved the wrench again and clapped together, looking at a group of people around them with blank expressions.

   "Ah, what a beautiful love, I smell a horrible sour smell."

  The pirate pouted.

He took out his double-barreled shotgun from the belt at the back of the robe, and fired a shot at the prisoner without looking at it. A human robber who sneakily grabbed a bone-slicing knife and wanted to attack the pirates was arrested. One shot shattered the head.

  The blood flew horizontally, and everyone around him was covered with a blood-red stain.

   The headless corpse slammed to the ground, causing the noisy dwarf couple to stop their pecking and beating each other.

  The female dwarf took a step back in fear, while Millhouse Manastorm, who kept calling out to the mad woman, took a step forward and missed his body to block in front of the mad wife.

   He was also scared, but he squeezed the wrench in his hand hard.

  A man can't back down at this time, let alone let this guy who looks like a real lunatic hurt his wife.

Although Millificent Manastorm's emotional problems were getting worse, although she threw mechanical squirrels on her bed, although she always stopped herself from having fun, although she always tried in her study Makes dangerous engineering explosives and has blown up his house eight times.

   But, she is a good woman!

"Look, family problems should be solved like this. Noisyness will only deepen your conflict. You should walk into each other's hearts. If language and companionship can't walk into your hearts, then you might as well use a bullet with your name on it. The big-bore shotgun in his heart, trust me, it'll make him remember you when he's dead."

  The pirates blew the smoke from the muzzle.

   He said softly:

   "Let's continue the topic just now, I only want the most powerful scum to join my fleet, but I am a very open-minded person, and I give you the right to choose.

   Either join me honestly, or I will throw you out to feed the demons.

   There is very little in Dalaran now, but there are many hungry demons. Now, I probably counted, there are 127 felons who escaped here, not counting the one who was killed just now, there are 126 more.

  You said it was a coincidence that my ship was missing 63 sailors, so.”

   Pirate shrugged and snapped his fingers.

  The ferocious hellhounds roaming around the Violet Prison were summoned by the superior demons, rushed into the prison in groups, and surrounded the scum criminals under the orders of the pirates.

   These guys roared, and the corrosive saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths and landed on the ground with a terrifying hissing sound.

  Black was leaning on his scythe, and the dreadlord's shadowy wings flashed twice behind his back.

   He said softly:

   "Discuss yourself about who will leave and who will stay. My time is very precious, so you have ten minutes to complete the "communication" and make a decision.

  Zalak, Kanrisad! "

"arrive."

   The troll and the skinny boy who had re-dressed stood behind Black, and the pirate said without looking back:

   "You two supervise them. If they don't understand the 'rules', you must be patient and leave a good impression on our new crew.

   Also, you guys have lived here for so long.

   Is there any 'talent' in this prison to recommend to me? "

   "Yes, Captain, I've been helping you find a good thug."

  The troll Zarak jumped out first, pointed to the stairs of the second-floor prison, rubbed his hands, and said proudly:

   "I know that there is a guy locked up there who is very capable of fighting. On the day we were locked in, I saw with my own eyes that he crushed a wild boar man with two crazy hairs with his bare hands.

   That guy is very brave, and very silent, at first glance he belongs to the kind of hidden master.

   You are definitely interested!

   And I specifically inquired, he is still your 'old acquaintance'. "

   (end of this chapter)