Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 665 218. People who know me will praise my noble conduct

  Black Fudge Kel'Thuzad went to Narthalas Academy to become a junior researcher on the death knight occupation system research topic. To be honest, the high-level mages were a little excited about this invitation.

   As a genius of death magic who can already hear the call of the shadow world, he knows that there is no soil for him to grow up in Dalaran.

  His behavior of stealthily learning spiritism was like opening the door to a new world for him.

  It turns out that in addition to the boring arcane spells, violent flames and gloomy ice, there is also a spellcasting system in this world that reaches the core of death.

   Those psychic books that are obscure and incomprehensible to other mages, in Kel'Thuzad's eyes, are as wonderful as when he first came into contact with magic when he was a child.

   He was immersed in it.

   is like a dry sponge thrown into the sea, madly and greedily absorbing knowledge from the essence of death.

   But the psychic tomes collected in Dalaran were no longer enough for him to learn.

The    Shadowmoon clan has long been destroyed, and the ancient tradition of psychics has been cut off. The psychics books that can be brought into Azeroth by the orcs are just some unimportant "leftovers".

   Kel'Thuzad could no longer learn more from these basics.

   Despite his amazing talent, without the guidance of his mentor, he relied on his own research and mastered the evil and dark spellcasting ability of necromancy.

As for the magic strengthened by the dead, he learned it from the weird old orc on the day he was destroyed in Dalaran, hiding in the mage tower and watching Ner'zhul drive thousands of undead into the city with his own eyes. new tricks.

   He hadn't even communicated with Ner'zhul.

   He just watched the old orc's spellcasting from a distance, and from it he learned more psychic abilities, and also had some small insights on how to command the dead to fight.

   In Dalaran, however, he must be careful to hide his gifts, the magic of the power of evil that he loves but is regarded by other mages as deviant.

   It feels bad.

   And now, at this juncture, Blake handed him an "olive branch".

   In fact, the pirates gave him a "letter of appointment" before, but Kel'Thuzad hadn't made up his mind to leave Dalaran at that time.

   "I see the entanglement of desire and reason in your eyes. You may need a little time to convince yourself that it's okay, I'll give you enough time."

  Black laughed.

   He took a step back, spread his arms to Kel'Thuzad and said:

"Actually, you have entered the misunderstanding of your thinking. Joining this project team does not mean that you will leave Dalaran. I know that you have feelings for this city, and what hides under your indifferent appearance is a keen and lonely soul. Heart.

  You are longing for a warm hug.

   It's okay, we won't ask you to choose the same between knowledge and hometown.

  After this project is over, you can return to Dalaran with the knowledge you have learned and continue to live your 'double life', no one will interfere with you.

   But I think it might be a disaster for you to return to the conservative and stubborn Dalaran after your experience in the more tolerant and open house of Nar'Thalas.

  The Kirin Tor has a history of abuse of power.

   But the funny thing is that they never learned their lessons, and just tried to suppress the curiosity of mages with cold regulations.

this is not right. "

   Black retreated into the shadows, leaving his last words, saying:

   "The thirst for knowledge and the pursuit of facts cannot be suppressed. The harder they are pressed, the more violent the rebound. We should pursue all knowledge, and use rational discrimination to restrain ourselves from abuse.

   It is always people who cause disasters.

   Power itself is neither good nor evil.

  I am also a spellcaster, even though I don't look like much, I am still willing to share the knowledge I have with you so that we can improve together.

   At Nar'Thalas College, we do this all the time.

  You can see for yourself with your eyes. People like you should not be deceived by lies. Again, the House of Nar'Thalas welcomes you, Mr. Kel'Thuzad.

   We are even willing to offer you a separate course in spirituality.

   If you can pass the tutor test and become a great tutor, you will also have your own academic faction. "

  Blake left after saying this.

   He has already spoken his words of solicitation and given Kel'Thuzad enough time to think about it, so it's up to him to respond.

  The pirates are still busy.

   After all, aside from the affairs of Nar'Thalas Academy, he has a pirate group of his own to worry about.

   Besides, whether it is to go to Kul Tiras to patrol Gan Haixian, or to Vashjir Gannaga, what is more important than waiting for Kel'Thuzad to make a choice?

   In the face of these really important events, the fate of a high-level mage is really not something that Black needs to be extra concerned about.

   Speaking of pirates, in this night, in another part of the world, something related to pirates is also happening.

  Zandalar Island, Vol'dun Desert.

   On this side of the small half world, the moonlight tonight is amazing. The bright moon sprinkled down, casting a layer of frost-like luster on the Waldun Desert.

  In this silent night, the barren desert that was so hot during the day became lively.

In the northern part of the Waldun Desert, in the territory of the Faithless Serpent Empire, there is a lively slave trade going on. Serpent slave owners have brought their hunting parties to blood trolls captured from Nazmir, or The Zandalari trolls smuggled from Zuldazar were tied together for the guests to see.

   In addition to the trolls, there are also some unfortunate foxmen, Nagas, and even the ancestor turtles who fell into the hands of the snake people.

   In addition to these "traditional slaves" tonight, there are also more eye-catching "new goods".

   For example, some human merchants and pirates who were captured by the fleet of snake people just formed in the South China Sea, and even a few hapless goblins were also **** and sold as "exotic goods".

  Slave trade, this is the housekeeping skill and the biggest source of wealth of the unbeliever snake people empire.

  The lords of the snake people have to live in the desert, and they have to dig some minerals, take care of the rare plants in the desert, find water and so on, all these jobs need slaves to do.

  In this large and desperate desert, slaves are consumables and the most valuable currency.

   At least for snake people.

   "Ouch, these goblins look good, look at how treacherous their eyes are, I like such bastards."

  In the snake-man slave market, a skeleton pirate wearing a red pirate suit and red pirate hat is rubbing his smooth skull chin, looking at the gray-faced goblins sold by the snake-man slave owners in front of him.

   He snapped his fingers strangely and said to the slave owner in front of him:

   "I want these goblins. My ship is short of a few smart guys who can write and calculate, and sell those human pirates to me as well?

   It is rare to see human beings in this ghost place, just take it as money to buy a fresh one. "

   He chatted with the snake-man slave owner very familiarly, and quickly negotiated the deal, paid the payment happily, and gave the snake-man slave owner a little extra tip.

   Guests and hosts are happy!

  Captain Gaboa is very rich now.

   He just returned to Wharton yesterday, summoned the element merchant Al Abbas all the way, and pushed his boat abruptly with the downwind service, and completed the half-month journey in seven days.

   After handing the melted Sulcis keystone to the Unbeliever Emperor Kotek, although the emperor was very dissatisfied, he still paid according to the agreement.

   This made the purse of the cursed pirate bulge.

  He is a dead person and doesn't pursue entertainment of the lower body. When he has money, he naturally wants to invest in "career".

   This will walk in the slave market of the snake people, and buy the suitable slaves when they see it, with a bold attitude of buying a fleet.

   But Gaboa hangs out here just to cover up a terrifying adventure he's about to embark on.

On the fringes outside the serpent slave market, a group of Amani thugs, under the command of Gaboa's new chief lynx priest Harraz, clumsily placed several large bombs bought from goblins on Next to a snake-man cage that is not tightly guarded.

   A few minutes later, with a loud noise, the entire slave market was in chaos.

   In the smoke and dust, a large number of slaves tried to escape in the chaos, but they were knocked to the ground by the snake-man's slave-catching team. Some snake-man soldiers rushed over there with halberds wrapped in lightning, and quickly controlled the situation.

   But when he counted the prisoners, he found that an important person who was just locked in yesterday was missing.

   "The cowardly and incompetent Aspics ran away! Go and report to the emperor!"

   The shrill hissing of the snake-man guards echoed in the chaotic night, but to no avail.

  Two hours later, at the gravel pier in Wharton, the pirate ship of the skeleton pirate Gaboa was loaded with slaves bought by the captain and local "local products" and left the port leisurely.

In the captain's room, the troll pirate Gaboa put his red pirate hat on the table, picked up a bottle of South Sea rum, twisted the lid, and poured it on the unconscious snake man lying on the chair. go down.

  Icy wine splashed on the snake man's face and scales, causing the latter to shudder and open his one eye from the pain.

   The former snake man spellcaster general is now very miserable.

   In Dalaran's last fight, it fought almost desperately to get the melted Sulsis keystone out of the Doomsday, losing an arm and an eye in return.

   The originally pretty scales are now full of ugly burns.

   Such loyalty should be commended.

   But the ruthless Emperor Korthek angrily threw the incompetent general into prison after seeing the melted Sulcis keystone that was no longer usable.

   and hang it on the slave pen, to be tanned alive by the Wharton sun.

   This is the most terrible punishment in this desert.

  Aspix was in despair, and planned to usher in the tragic end of his foolish life in the torment of pain, but now, it was rescued by a person who never thought he would save it before.

   "Ha, are you surprised to see me? My poor snake man brother."

  The skeleton troll pirate grinned open his skull, the fire of the soul in his eye sockets beating in a weird way, and he stuffed the small bottle of wine in his hand into the claws of the snake man spellcaster who had been sunburnt for a day.

   The latter was extremely thirsty, raised his head and drank the small half bottle of wine.

   After moisturizing its hoarse and thirsty throat, it raised its head and looked at Gaboa and said weakly:

   "Why do you risk offending the emperor to save me?"

   "The **** of shit!"

  Gaboa sneered:

   "After I saw Anduin Lothar's bravery and fearlessness with my own eyes, your Korthek is not even worthy of licking Lothar's toes when it comes to being a monarch.

  It doesn't even match the pathetic Zul'jin in terms of bearing! Zul'jin, who died at least tragically, also knew that doing great things required sacrifices and trade-offs.

   But your emperor is greedy and wants everything, it's ridiculous!

   Such an idiot, do I think I would be afraid of its so-called power? Really a frog living in a well, unable to see the true face of this world.

  You and your brother almost died in Dalaran for its 'dominance', but what you paid for was such a cruel 'reward'.

  Listen to me, my dear brother snake.

  Korthek is not worthy of your loyalty.

   Of course, I took the risk to rescue you, not just for our 'fighting side by side' in the past, but mainly because I also needed it. I have enough sailors on board, and a first mate who is very capable.

   But I'm missing a spellcaster.

  The divine power of the God of Dragon Eagle will not be able to find the carrier for a while, so I can only make do with you. "

   The skeleton troll laughed.

With a sound of   唰, he pulled out the goblin musket with a bell mouth inserted in his waist, and pressed it against the forehead of the weak legendary snake man spellcaster. It shouted frantically:

   "So, are you joining my fleet? Or are you shot to death by me? I didn't save you for killing people, so please, join us.

  My fleet needs people like you. "

"I"

  Snake Man Aspix hesitated.

   It spat out the shriveled snake letter, looked at Gaboa with one eye, and said:

   "You didn't save me just to let me join your fleet, did you? You want to get the hatching method of the godborn snake eggs from me?"

   "How clever, my second officer!"

  Gaboa threw away the musket, patted the snake man on the shoulder, and took out the weird red snake egg he had obtained before from the magic bag and put it in front of him.

  The troll skeleton scratched the smooth skull and said to the snake man in a depressed tone:

   "I tried a lot of methods, even the methods in the Book of Medivh, but I still can't hatch it, so I can only start from your side."

   "I'm willing to help you."

  Aspix was silent for a moment, then said:

   "But I have to know, what are you going to do with this snake egg with the blood of the gods of the mysterious mother Sethralus? Are you going to hatch a war beast that roams the sea? Or do you want to do something else dangerous?"

   "I want to live!"

  Gaboa opened his white skull and teeth, and made no secret of his purpose. It said to the snake man:

   "I want to transfer my soul from this rotten body, and I will use this snake egg stained with divine blood to reshape a fresh body for me.

  I want to drink delicious wine, I want to feel the cool wind, I want to have a passionate impulse when I see a woman, I want to feel the fresh death when I cut off someone's head with my own hands!

   What I want, trivial!

  I just want to make up for the emptiness of the past seven thousand years.

   I have already got the specific method, you don't need to ask me where I got it, you just need to help me hatch this egg.

   Take it easy, brother.

  I am notoriously generous, I will never treat you badly! "

   (end of this chapter)