Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 699 30. I'm going to be a consumer boss today

  Black returned to his loyal island of Tol Barad happily after a day of wandering.

The main reason for    being in a good mood was because he added a considerable amount of remuneration to his private account in Booty Bay, from two anonymous accounts in Lordaeron and Stormwind Kingdom.

   This made Master Assassin finally feel the joy of "achieving dreams with both hands".

   "With a few more Dukes of Jorazi, I can add another batch of close-in artillery to my fleet."

   With this kind of joy, Blake walked off the pier from the Nagfar's deck. This time, he returned very low-key and did not create an embarrassing scene where a group of licking dogs greeted him here.

  Looking from the pier to the coast, pirates can also see the fel light curtain shining on the Warlock Tower, like a green beacon, guiding the direction of the ships going back and forth.

   "Well, the incompetent waste warlocks are also studying hard. It seems that the prosperity of my great warlock school is just around the corner."

   Black, the master warlock, nodded in satisfaction.

  After Evil Eye returned to the Black Scythe Priory, the "Three Generals of Waste" under his command finally assembled, and the teaching and management of the Warlock School can be safely handed over to them.

  Blake only had to go and teach his apprentices three times a week.

   can totally be a hands-off shopkeeper.

  The best thing is that if he is lazy, he doesn't even need to come to class by himself, because he still has the most reliable "tutor" among the stars.

   "I said, are you interested in teaching my apprentices?"

  Black walked forward, and said to the old man Thacher who was floating beside him chattering:

   "You are the wisest enlightener leader in the Argus world, a highly respected educator from the Argus world, I believe your forbidden wisdom is absolutely extraordinary, can you share it with my incompetent students?

   Let them also open their eyes and see the majesty of the enlightener of the world of Argus. "

   "Hey, even Archimonde has to study my forbidden knowledge carefully, and you mortals are still trying to learn my wisdom, who gave you the courage?

   You probably don’t even understand the demon ritual that I drew.

   To waste my time on you ignorant ones is a blasphemy to knowledge itself! "

   Old Master Thacher moved his terrifying upper and lower jaw bones, and said madly and arrogantly:

   "Besides, who would do something that's not good? I'm just crazy, and I'm not stupid! Archimonde's lesson is enough to be unforgettable once."

   "Ah, so that's what it means to be good?"

   Black snorted and said:

   "Speak straight, my dear Uncle Thacher, what do you want from me? If it's not so demanding, I can consider meeting you."

   "I need a body!"

  Thakir laughed and said tossing in the air:

   "I want a strong and fresh body, a body with strong enough spellcasting ability, preferably an eredar body, I don't want the stench of flesh and blood alienated by fel energy, I want pure bones and flesh.

   and your mysterious magic pattern!

  I want its blueprint to be transformed in this way, so that my soul can be bound in flesh and blood. I want to experience what it feels like to be alive.

   Even just a fake simulation is enough to make me feel good. "

   "You're asking too much!"

   Black pouted and said:

   "I'll go to the Tomb of Forgotten Hill to find you a corpse that hasn't rotted yet."

   "Hey! After you're blind, is there something wrong with your ears?"

  Thakir screamed in dissatisfaction:

   "I said, I want the body of an eredar! Not just a rotten corpse! You can't kill me with such a poor thing! You **** pirate.

  My forbidden wisdom will not be given to people like you. "

   "You're just embarrassing me, asshole."

  Black also retorted loudly:

"Where did you ask me to find you a pure eredar at this point in time? Except for Prophet Velen and his fleeing draenei, all of your brethren have been corrupted by fel energy. demon!

   Even the draenei still don't know where in the backcountry of Draenor they are hiding. I want to kill you now, but I can't do it!

   So, either shut up and accept the skeleton, or you just float. "

   "If you can't do it, that's your problem. I've already said it anyway."

  Thachiel laughed and circled around the pirate, with a strange laugh between the upper and lower teeth, and said:

   "I can't get what I want, you can't get those precious forbidden knowledge from me, and I won't teach your students.

   Hehe, I am a senior educator.

  Begging me in Argus to teach their spellcasters to go from the wilderness of Krokuun to the seat of the Archon of Mac'Aree, I am.

  Ahhhh! You put my spine down!

  What are you doing!

   Have something to say! "

  The old man's proud memories of the past are not over yet, when he sees the stinky pirate grabbing the only half of its spine with a gloomy face, and pulling out the scythe of the sinner's spine.

The    posture is to stick the spine on the sickle.

   And the ancestor of the sickle, Nasrezim Usalus, also cooperated and let out a greedy howl, like a person who has been hungry for more than ten days, when he saw delicious food.

   "No! I'll teach! Can't I teach? Three times a week? But there's no guarantee they'll learn me. And they'll have to learn Eredar from now on.

   I have no interest in bilingual teaching”

  Thakir let out a scream, and hurriedly agreed to Black's excessive request.

   "It's about the same."

  The smelly pirate threw Saqir's spine back into the luggage, pouted and said to the old man:

   "You're shameless for giving you face, then don't blame me for being rude! When I talk to you well, you'd better restrain your grievances that you have nowhere to put.

  I'm not like Archimonde, I don't play that roundabout trick.

  You can mess with me as long as you can afford it!

   Lessons start tomorrow!

  Three times a week, clock in to work, if you teach it well, I can’t think of a way to ‘smuggle’ a draenei corpse for you. "

   "Well, well, better be a spellcaster."

  Thakir whispered:

   "Better be a man."

"Um?"

  Blake heard that it asked for so much, and the magic eyeball on his shoulder glared at it, Takir stopped talking, and floated honestly beside the pirate.

   Pretend to be just an evil ornament.

  The smelly pirate who finally got peace moved his shoulders, whistled, summoned the Hippogryph Sky, and rode his beloved flying mount all the way to South Island of Tol Barad.

   That is, the main body of Nar'Thalas Academy under construction.

   It will be the afternoon, and the beautiful South Island is mourning.

   It seems that the first batch of green-skinned orc slaves sent from Gilneas clashed with the Gilneas sailors who were imprisoned here for hard labor at the construction site.

   The two sides had a big fight.

  The scene is very majestic.

   Hundreds of orcs and hundreds of humans fought each other with shovels for ashes, and there was blood everywhere, but no one cared about them, and the slaves didn't dare to kill them.

   It’s not that I’m afraid of killing people.

  The hatred between the two sides is deep-rooted, and death will die.

   The real trouble is that the elves and ghost overseers can no matter what happens to you, how much soil you dig every day is a fixed standard.

   Every time a hard worker is killed, it means that the pressure on others will increase by one point.

   So, they are very restrained.

   At most, they will stop when they hit the head and bleed, and the apprentice priests of the snake people are watching the fun with snake letters.

  Good guy, the perfect closed loop belongs to yes.

  Black rode the Hippogryph across the **** construction site and landed on the mage tower where Dean Lanyue liked to stay.

  This place is still not fully repaired, but a viewing platform has been specially made for the dean.

   When the stinky pirates came over, the dean was studying a set of complicated and obscure diaries. It should be the diary of old Merry. It seemed that the dean was already preparing for his Lich promotion ceremony.

   "Yo, the project is progressing well."

   He said something carefree.

  The dean ignored the reasoning, which was normal. Dean Lanyue was on fire, because Blake, a bad student, had not completed his homework for seven consecutive days.

   This kind of learning attitude of three days of fishing and two days of drying nets made the dean very dissatisfied.

  Blake himself knew why the dean was angry. He stepped forward cautiously, took a ring from his arms, handed it to the dean, and whispered:

   "Report Dean, I found the best hidden power for our academy! We don't have to worry about being targeted by malicious guys in the future.

   We will have a quiet academic environment that will not be disturbed. "

"Um?"

   Dean Lanyue glanced at the green seal handed by Blake.

   She saw the extraordinaryness of this thing at a glance, she pushed on her glasses, reached out to take this beautiful and simple seal ring, and looked at it carefully before her eyes.

   After a few seconds, the dean put the ring on his finger and tentatively poured magic power into it.

   "Whoosh"

   Her whole body immediately disappeared in front of Blake's eyes, just like a pirate's recluse, without the waves of shadows and vibrations, as if she had entered another phase.

  This kind of concealment of light refraction sounds very low-level, but with the blessing of sacred relics like the Shadow of Fanye, it has been pushed to an unimaginable height.

  Blake had to concentrate on mobilizing his watchman's perception of endless hunting, in order to barely capture the dean's left and right steps on the observation deck.

  This thing not only hides the figure and breath, but even the sound is perfectly blocked.

   "Nice stuff."

   Dean Lanyue's voice came from behind the pirates. She took the initiative to remove the shadow of Fanye, stroked the ring on her hand, and said to Black:

   "So this is how you assassins usually feel? It's a good experience. How big is the shielding range of this gem?"

   she asked.

  Blake lowered his eyebrows and replied:

   "Without a magic net, it's about the size of a small town.

  If it is connected to the underground magic net, the light blocking range of the shadow of the leaves can easily cover the entire Tol Barad Island and the nearby territorial waters of 30 nautical miles.

   But in that case, the Atama crystal can’t be moved casually. "

"good."

   Dean nodded with satisfaction, she played with the ring in her hand and said:

   "Such a good thing, don't your fleet use it?"

   "The Nagfar will not use this."

  Black spread his hands and said:

   "This kind of concealment will also bully the rookie navy. The shape of the ships can be concealed, but the waves they drive on the sea will still be perceived by the tide sages.

   It is more suitable for the overall concealment of the Academy than for a raid on the fleet that will be discovered at any time.

   This will also add a lot of mystical character and legends to our house, which will help the House of Nar'Thalas to spread its name in Azeroth. "

   Having said this, the stinky pirate carefully glanced at the dean's expression and said:

   "I hope it can make you happy, and it can also make you forget some small unpleasantness. I will start doing my homework again from today, I promise."

"Humph."

   The dean made a nasal voice of dissatisfaction, waved his hand, and said:

   "Go and do your business, remember to come back for the exam in two months, if you fail the class"

   "No, no."

  Blake took a few steps back with a smirk, mounted the Hippogryph again and flew away, thinking that he had finally escaped the hurdle of Dean Lanyue, who was getting more and more eccentric.

   Then he felt better again.

   hummed a lively pirate song and directed the sky to descend to a secret area in the valley at the edge of the academy.

   There is a well-armed cavalry guarding here, and they are led by Black's chief hunter, Sir Artumen, and the place guarded by them is actually a semi-underground smelting workshop.

  The pirates walked in and saw a batch of smelted source steel just poured out of the furnace.

   And his new servant, the goblin Elementalist Krishik, was standing on the high platform, waving a wrench and ordering the bumbling orcs who had been transferred to push the hot, cooling molten steel aside.

  These smelted source steels are only the first step of smelting.

   In order to reach the level that can be used for forging, these source steels have to undergo two rounds of special treatment.

   "When will it be done?"

  Blake put his hands behind his back, glanced at the purple-black molten iron that was bubbling with hot bubbles, and asked the goblin elementalist wearing goggles.

   The latter rubbed his hands together and said flatteringly:

   "The level of workers is too poor now, so it takes a lot of time, my evil master. But as long as they become skilled later, the speed will be much faster.

   The ten boxes of Elementium ores here are estimated to be smelted within a month. It is difficult to modify the shape of these steels once they are formed, so you have to think about what kind of Elementium weapons you want.

  If it is the steel reinforcement of your ship, then this amount of ore may not be enough, you need to find another batch of ore. "

   "For the time being, there is no need to reinforce the Nagfar with essentia."

  Black waved his hand. He drew out two swords, one long and one short, and two Shadow Moon Blades, and placed them in front of the goblin, saying:

   "Essential enhancement for them, can it be done?"

   "Of course, Master."

   The goblin waved his hand and said:

   "It's easy, I've seen Drogbar in the Black Dragonflight apply Elementium enhancements to Lord Deathwing's treasured weapons, but I'm not a blacksmith myself

   Your weapon is too advanced.

   I don't dare to try it out, lest I ruin them.

   Perhaps, you can find a way to hire a master blacksmith. "

   "Blacksmith?"

  Black grinned and said:

   "Yes! It will be here in a few days.

   In addition, forge a batch of Elementium armor-piercing arrows and Elementium bullet casings for me and my mentor, your long-range damage should also be improved by physical means.

  Tsk tsk, after struggling for so long, I used epic ammo again.

   I really miss the good old days.

  You may not believe it, and it’s not that I am humble, but I was also a master engineer at the time, and even a rotorcraft can be built with a small wrench.

   Ah, recall the glorious days of the past."

   (end of this chapter)