Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 594 147. Tools People act, or I'll kick your **** with this boot! -【230】

   (Added updates for Humen Yan Brothers, the title cannot be written down.)

The selection of pirate recruits in Violet Prison has entered the final stage. After the remaining dozen or so people witnessed the tragic end of the losers in the previous ten minutes, their eyes were red, and they looked at each other with the same eyes as those who killed their fathers and enemies. .

   But they don't actually have any deep hatred between them, they are just forced to kill each other by the stinky pirates.

   This method is evil, but it works.

  Especially after witnessing the big angry guardian demon gorging on the soul of the loser, the trembling stemming from the soul made everyone who remained terrified of this painful and tortured death.

   Fear evokes, sometimes not courage, but dark brutality.

   But all of this has nothing to do with Blake. He doesn't even bother to see those scumbags who are fighting for survival. Anyway, he came to Violet Prison to take these guys away, just to serve the next big thing.

  Whoever chooses to take away is the same.

  Black will be busy talking to another weird guy in the prison, the torrent element trapped in the magical cage of the prison sewers.

  “%￥#@%&*￥&@￥!”

  The pirate raised his head and looked at the torrent water element more than three meters high in front of him, covered in ice blue ice blade armor, holding a flowing water sword and an elemental shield.

   He cleared his throat and uttered a series of strange elemental words, like the roars of savages greeting each other, and the others could not understand this communication at all.

   But the torrent element understands.

  After Blake's "friendly" greeting, the torrent element that was quietly suspended above the water in the sewer, swayed suspiciously with a weird head made of ice.

   It doesn't seem to understand, why does this human speak elemental language?

   Then, Torrent Elemental slowly opened his mouth and said:

   "No need, pirate of men, I have been imprisoned in this prison for a long time, and I have been forced to learn your language."

   "Then you said it earlier!"

  Blake rubbed his throat and said dissatisfiedly:

"Speaking elemental language with human vocal cords hurts your throat, okay? Say it a few more times, and my throat will be ruined. You wicked water element, I'm starting to hate you before we make friends. ."

   "I don't have a good opinion of humans."

The    riptide element didn't care about the pirate atmosphere, it replied with the strange sound of the tide hitting the reef when the waves of running water formed:

   "It was you who somehow summoned me from the throat of the abyss to the material world. The arrogant spellcasters were not satisfied with enslaving ordinary water elements, and they also wanted to develop evil ways to enslave torrent elements like me.

   But I don't want to stay in your world at all!

   The great Tidehunter is still waiting for me to serve it.

   However, I saw your noble act of releasing the prisoners, so, human, are you going to release me? You will thus gain the friendship of the Hydraxian water elementals! "

   "But what I want is something more valuable than 'friendship', venerable thrash warrior."

  Black spread his hands and said to the torrent element in front of him:

   "I just went through the prison roster in Dalaran, and I know your name is Akron, you are a powerful elemental warrior. You may not know that I am a person who admires the power of the elemental army.

  My favorite elemental lord is His Majesty the ‘Tide Hunter’ Neptulon.

   I am always thinking of opening up the elemental realm, releasing my great tide hunter into the material world, and bestowing the entire endless sea on it as a new frontier.

   Actually, I was already planning this.

  I found an elemental friend to convey my thoughts to His Majesty the Tidehunter for me, but the great Majesty was busy managing its loyal Maw of the Abyss and never responded to me.

   I will unleash you, torrent element.

   But you have to promise to help me bring a word to the tide hunters. When I execute my crazy plan, I need the cooperation of the tide hunters in the elemental realm. "

   "Of course, this request is reasonable."

   The torrent element swayed its body and created waves. It said loudly:

   "I will definitely tell you what to say."

   "No! You swear first."

  How shrewd the pirates are, how could they be caught up in such perfunctory words?

   He stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, and said to the torrent element in front of him:

   "I swear in the name of the Tidehunter, you will help me unconditionally, and then I will release you and find a way to send you back to the throat of the abyss.

  You have to understand that under the condition that the elemental territory is stable, if I want to send you back, I have to find a legendary shaman.

  This thing is very rare in the Eastern Continent. "

   "Hey, human beings with a dark heart always regard all promises as a deal that can be broken, but the promise of our water element is as firm as the endless sea."

   Torrent element Ekuron first despised the stinky pirate's dark thoughts, and at the repeated request of the pirates, he reluctantly swore in the name of the tide hunter in elemental language in front of him.

  Well, this oath has no actual binding force, and the elemental monarch is not a conventional deity, and it is impossible to bring some unspeakable divine power when reciting the name taboo.

   In the material world, the only thing that can exert substantial binding force on elemental creatures is the elemental contract of shamans.

   Just like the warlock summoning demons and the hunter's beasts, through the connection of supernatural powers, shamans and elemental creatures share power.

   However, compared to warlocks and hunters, shamans are a bit more complicated to connect with elements.

   This is also the most criticized point of the shaman profession. Almost all of their power comes from serving the spirit of the elements, and it is difficult to be dominated by themselves.

  The element is in a good mood, so give more power.

   When the element is in a bad mood, it is difficult for the shaman to exert the power of the shaman. Even if he does something "wrong" in the eyes of the element, a shaman will be abandoned by the "willful" element and become a cripple.

   This is also the reason why the ancient tradition of shaman has been unable to carry forward.

  Being a shaman means following the precepts of the elements.

   But on the other hand, if you can speak well and win the favor of the elemental spirits, these willful guys will give you unimaginable power.

  For example, Drek'Thar, the legendary shaman of the Frostwolf clan, can set off a giant snowstorm that covers the entire Alterac Valley by himself.

   That is already the power to manipulate the weather.

   is higher than the blizzard magic that the archmages can cover at most in a small town.

  Unfortunately, the elements are not easy to deceive,

  They prefer those with pure hearts to become their shamans, so pirates, who are full of bad-hearted bastards, don't think about taking the shaman's way.

   On his first day as a shaman, it is estimated that he will be disgusted and abandoned by the elemental spirit because of his lies, and even cursed.

   However, Black asked a torrent water element to swear an oath in the name of a tide hunter. Although there is no binding force, it is also an oath that cannot be broken for the water element.

   Once the tide hunters know that they are acting in the name of the ruler of the abyss, the King of Water Elements will not let them go.

  Tide hunters rule the water elemental realm, not just by benevolence.

   "Okay, the oath is made, we should go too."

  Black listened to Akron's oath, he snapped his fingers back, Zarak and Kanrisad, who were guarding the switch of the magic cage, simultaneously turned on the inconspicuous dark red crystal lamp on the wall.

   Twisted outwards from left to right, and the magical barrier that bound Akron quickly dissipated.

  This peculiar water element drove a small tide and rushed out of the sewer, submerging most of the prison hall in an instant, and under the command of Blake, rolled up the blood and corpses on the ground and threw it into the sewer.

   It was like throwing them into the toilet bowl, and throwing them into the sewer sink of Dalaran in the rotation of the big current. This scene made the smelly pirate's eyes widen, and a simple thought spontaneously grew in his heart:

   Maybe it's time to recruit some water elementals into his fleet, so that they can do the cleaning of the deck and keep his fleet clean and fresh forever.

   But thinking about it the other way around, doesn't this mean that the lazy **** under his command can be open-minded and lazy?

   This is not possible!

   Forget it, let the water elements roll, and keep those pathetic **** pouting their butts and wiping the deck.

   "All of you are now trainee pirates of the Undead Fleet, listen to me now, I am going to give you the first order to you landuck sailors."

   On the high platform leaving the prison, Blake slapped the ground with the black sickle in his hand, making a banging sound, and he shouted to the scumbags who were **** and murderous in front of him:

   "I think you are all guessing why I let you out, and the answer is very simple! I have a lot of treasure to take away, but I don't have enough manpower, so I can only temporarily find a group of decent cannon fodder to help me transport it.

   Now each has three magic bags from my men, and I don't care where you go to find them. When you leave Dalaran, I must see three big bags full of valuable treasures in each of your hands!

  The current Dalaran is completely unguarded. Banks, libraries, treasure houses, and mage towers are all available for you to take possession of.

  I have already pushed open the door of the treasury in this city radiating wealth, and valuable treasures are scattered all over the place. How much you can take away and how much you can pick up depends on your ability. "

  The pirate let out a long string of evil laughter, he waved to the group of scumbags in front of him and said:

   "Of course, of course, I'm an **** too, I know how the villains think. You must be calling me an idiot in your heart, it doesn't matter, just run!

   As long as you can get out alive on your own, that is your ability.

  I will never trouble you. "

   He raised a finger and shook it in front of the scumbags who stood out in the "cruel selection", his tone became cold in a moment.

He says:

   "But as long as you feel that you can't survive, you want to run to me so that you can escape, remember, three bags full of treasures per person!

   That is your 'Occupation Certificate'.

  If you can't get it, I don't need the devil to kill you, I'll be happy to hack you **** with my own hands!

   Finally, don't even think about taking my treasure and defecting to other forces.

   Let me just say it clearly, in Dalaran right now, only my fleet will accept you scumbags that are covered in blood.

   So, for the sake of my career, and for the future of the fleet, try to plunder, landlubbers. "

After speaking, the pirate turned around, bringing his shadow element Zuramat and torrent element Akron, under the guard of the soul-feasting angry guard Clinflan, and a group of Nartharas Academy Warlock School. The apprentices leave the prison.

   The troll and Bandakuru who followed behind sneered proudly, took out a bunch of empty magic bags that the captain just handed him, and threw them on the ground, waiting for those scumbags to take them.

  These large, uniformly styled pockets were custom-made for today's heist from the Magical Tailors over in Suramar.

  Sturdy and durable, no matter how many things are loaded, it will not be damaged.

   The little mages in the prison have long since run away, and as soon as Black's forces have left, only a group of scum prisoners who have just experienced cannibalism are left.

  The door of the Violet Prison opened before their eyes, and they could leave here if they wanted to.

   But no one will move.

   Everyone, look at me, I look at you, some are still wiping the blood from their bodies, and there are two terrified little dwarfs hugging each other and crying, the cry is extremely harsh.

Several of the fallen arakkoa people in Draenor who were imprisoned here chatted and chatted in their own language for more than ten seconds, and finally led by a fallen arakkoa priest carrying a burning staff, these walking lame, bird-headed The weird guy in person took three magic bags and walked out of the prison first.

   The ogre prisoner with a big waist and a round waist looked left and right, the second one got up and took his luggage, found a warhammer for himself in the guard armory of the prison, and carefully left here.

   There was a commotion among the remaining prisoners.

   Some were dismissive of the luggage thrown in front of them, while others were cautiously bringing a few with them.

   Soon they were gone, and there were only the frightened Manastorm couple and the lava dog lying in his lair, fed up and sleeping soundly.

   Milfice Manastorm, who had been pretending to cry, raised her head and looked left and right.

   This cunning and clever, short-tempered female dwarf jumped out of her husband's arms and threw a weird, arcing collar to her incompetent husband.

   She stood on her hips and called to Millhouse Manastorm:

   "Get up, use your weak magic, and put this thing on the neck of that lava dog Ravensorger, this is an electric shock collar I made based on the principle of the 'brainwashing cap'.

  With it, we can control that big dog.

   There are demons outside, and the two of us can’t get out. But with this furious lava dog, our chances of survival are greatly improved. "

   "You actually hid your hand, you sly and vicious woman, really my little sweetheart."

  Milhouse laughed and stood up and gave his bad wife a hard kiss on the cheek, but soon, some dwarf high-level mages who were off the line scratched their heads and ran back.

   He waved the electric shock collar in his hand, then pointed at the lava dog who was lying down and slumbering, and said with an embarrassed expression:

   "That thing has two heads, we only have one collar, how can we control it?"

   "Isn't it enough to cut one off?"

  Milfis lowered her head to sort out her ray gun, and said without looking up:

   "You idiot."

   "No, I have a better idea."

   Millhouse Manastorm's eyes flashed a strange light.

   He tiptoed, and while his wife was not paying attention, he fastened the collar around his wife's neck with a click, and snatched the controller from Milfice's hand.

   "Hahaha, let you throw a mechanical squirrel on my bed! That thing is driving me crazy, you lunatic woman, don't take me to feed the lava dog, I will teach you a good lesson when we run out.

   Besides, I'm not an idiot.

   We don't need to control this vicious dog at all, just let it out and fight the demon, and we can pick up enough good things by following it.

  The big bad guy said no one in the city would accept us, he was wrong.

   No one will accept them!

   They are all scumbags, but I am not!

  I'm a registered Kirin Tor official mage, a real decent person. Those scumbags know shit, where is the real good thing in Dalaran, only insiders know!

  Let's go, my soon-to-be-behaved wife, let's go and make a fortune first, and then go to the Council of Six. "

   (end of this chapter)