Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 985 81. New passengers, please line up and buy tickets in order to board the ship, thank you

   "Old things, old people are not old at heart, look honest, and play with money."

   In the captain's room, Blake sat on his vulgar and luxurious golden captain's chair and complained.

   There is a crystal ball in front of him, allowing him to see the scene in the bathroom of the ship.

  This is of course not malicious voyeurism, but Black wants to ensure the personal safety of the crew on his ship. Who knows what will happen to the old man Saqier who just got his body?

  What if that abnormal brain had a whim and wanted to have a massacre to celebrate his rebirth?

   He was tortured by Archimonde, and his spirit was abnormal.

   Beside the captain, the first mate dragon with a magic broom in his hand took care of some of the stains left just now, and also looked at the crystal ball with his eyes.

   There are no restricted-level scenes above.

   At least not yet.

   Uncle Thacher was actually seriously checking the spellcasting talents of the kidnapped elves, and casually pointing out their magical shortcomings.

   It is clear that he intends to unspoken rules, but it is the same as in class,

   But since Thakiel chose the "class" location in the strange environment of the bathroom, those hapless elves who were quicker in their minds actually understood what this master skeleton meant.

   A Nightborne has begun to undress.

   And a white-skinned elf was even more exaggerated. It seemed that he was asking for advice from the master, but the wandering hand almost touched Takir's lower body. It can only be said that these guys who are addicted to magic and long for magic mysteries really have no lower limit.

   The "words and deeds" of the two of them quickly led the remaining idiots. Seeing that a unique "magic instruction" was going to be staged in the bathroom, Blake waved off the image of the crystal ball.

  Before he turned it off, he saw Thakiel, who was being called back and forth, gave his **** in his direction.

   Obviously, Black's monitoring could not hide the perception of enlighteners like Thakiel.

   "Don't close it, this is where I see something interesting."

  Sefir, who was behind Black, patted the captain on the shoulder in dissatisfaction. She curled her lips and said:

   "However, those elves have come through hardships and hardships. Given their magic level, they can meet the 30,000-year-old Thalkiel spirits and accept them as apprentices.

   "Individuals have their own choices, just like you can't control other people's stories and thoughts, let them go."

(This paragraph has been revised, don’t fight anymore, I just wrote a sentence casually. Everyone who celebrates the new year is more harmonious, don’t be so excited. In addition, female boxers don’t come to me, I have a very good relationship with my daughter-in-law, and I respect women very much. Dog head saves life.)

  The pirate leaned on his chair, smoked with a pipe in his mouth, and put his feet on the table. In the smoke, he turned his head and said to Sefir:

   "It's almost done here, and we should prepare to set sail. When the shield girls get on the ship, we will go to Val'sharah to receive the little stars, and then we will sail directly to Kalimdor.

   By the time I come back from this trip, the academy will almost start. "

   "Can't catch up."

   Chief Mate Long shook his head with his fingers and said:

   "You're still planning to go to Pandaria, so it's going to take a long time, maybe a month or two.

   But the dean is also very interested in Pandaria, so if you can come back with a set of geographical records, maybe the dean will forgive you for missing the opening ceremony.

   Anyway, everything is arranged over there, and it’s the same whether you go or not. "

   "Look at what you said, I am the great tutor of the Warlock School of Nartharas Academy! Do you understand the gold medal lecturer?"

  The smelly pirate said dissatisfiedly:

   "Everyone who has listened to my lectures, no one said that my lectures are not good. If you don't believe me, you can ask the evil eyes. Every time I take time to lecture, they will be an observer throughout the course."

"All right."

  Sefir rolled his eyes.

   For a while, it was unclear whether the captain really didn't understand or was acting stupid.

   She glanced out of the window and glanced at the sturdy shield girls on the deck who were riding bears onto the boat. Chief Mate Long suddenly said with a headache:

   "You can't bring those bears! There's no room on the boat."

   "Let them stay in the lower cabin."

  Black shook his hand and said:

   "Xal'atas won't take that."

   "But doesn't she still lay eggs?"

  Sefir widened his eyes and whispered:

   "That's a physiological need, and there's no way to interfere. You don't let her stay there. I'm afraid she'll burn the boat with anger. That Void Essence is a lunatic and can do anything."

   "She won't need it any time soon."

  The first mate dragon mentioned this matter, which made Blake stinky.

   With a pipe in his mouth, he pulled out a bottle of wine from his wine cabinet, dropped a word, and walked out of the captain's room angrily. Sefir is very suspicious that he said that sentence wrong?

  Looking at Blake's appearance, he seems to be very agitated. Did something happen to the captain?

Of course, the stinky pirate was unwilling to tell Sefir the astringent agreement he had reached with Xalatas. He didn't intend to cause trouble for himself. As for what to do after he arrived at Kalimdor, he would take a step further. Bar.

  Black came to the deck leisurely, and greeted the shield girls in the attitude of the master.

   These female wolves who worship power were overthrown by pirates one by one, and they did not show any particular disgust towards pirates.

   But the other men on the road were not so lucky.

   "Get out of the way! Weak greenskin! You blocked my bear."

  The tall shield girl with a round shield on her back led her bear, and shouted to Garrosh who was standing on the deck in front of him and was about to continue cleaning the deck.

   Shao Shao Xia, who was knocked over by a punch from his father just now, is not happy.

   Seeing that the shield girl was not polite at all, the anger in her heart suddenly surged.

   He threw the sackcloth he was wiping the deck in into the dirty bucket, rolled up his sleeves and glared at the shield girl in front of him. The latter noticed that Young Master Roar had nowhere to vent his anger, and immediately became interested.

   "You want to fight me?"

The shield girl rubbed her hands together, took off the round shield and the battle axe from behind, glanced at Young Master Roar's slightly immature face, shook her head and put the battle axe back, holding only the shield, she reached out and knocked on it. .

   Then he hooked his finger to the orc contemptuously.

  This action completely ignited Hellscream's inner anger, his eyes were red, he grabbed the logging axe at hand, and roared towards the shield girl.

  The anger is rising, although it is still not very solid.

   But considering how old Hou Shaoxia is, this is already very good.

   The fight that started on the deck not only did not interfere with the shield girls' adaptation to their new home, but instead made them quickly find a "sense of belonging". Within a minute, the fight was surrounded by shield girls watching the fun.

   They cheered Young Master Roar loudly.

  The arch fire let him continue to attack his comrades, and a few bad characters actually opened the market to predict how long Garrosh would last.

   Drunk stinky pirates soon joined in.

   He waved a few goblin gold cards and shouted loudly:

   "One hundred! I bet he'll be knocked down within a hundred rounds!"

   "Stop looking down on people!"

   The young Roar who was stimulated was even more furious, and his attack actions were even more frantic and irritable. The pirates watched with joy, but soon, another goblin gold card was thrown over, and it was in the hands of the shield girl at the opening.

  The old orc Brocks in a hunter's attire waved his fingers, glanced at the battlefield, and said:

   "I bet he'll lose in thirty moves."

   "Hey, you don't talk about martial arts, you don't gamble like that."

   The stinky pirate cursed in annoyance.

   But the shield girls don't care about that, they just want to have fun.

   The guy who opened the market waved his gold card and shouted loudly, which immediately attracted more shield girls to come and place bets, which made Young Master Roar feel an incredible sense of powerlessness in his angry heart.

   Overseer Brox!

  What are you doing? warlord! Shouldn't you support me, who is also an orc, in spirit?

   His astonishment seemed to be felt by the old orc.

  Blox turned around and made a "come on" gesture to Garrosh.

   means, I absolutely support you mentally, but considering that you may not win at all, so materially I can only use your anger to make some money for the orcs.

   Give it a try.

   Maybe the one goblin gold card in his hand will become several in a blink of an eye? The rare stinky pirate was drunk and generous for a while today. Wouldn't he still be a human if he didn't take the opportunity to make some money?

   "Well, I have a hunch that Garrosh and my Sora, as well as the young men of Dranosh, will make rapid progress on your ship."

  The old orc was still a little weak, but he looked around at the belligerent shield girls, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Black:

   "They'll all be good warriors, inheriting our glory and throwing away our failures. They'll be the hope of the Orcs and Draenor.

  Blake, please teach them well. "

   "It doesn't make sense."

  The pirate shook his head, poured his wine, shook his fingers and said:

   "I brought them all the way from Draenor into Azeroth, not to cause trouble for myself, and now that you have seen them, hurry up and bring these five rookies back.

  Why not teach yourself? "

   "Are you really stupid? Or are you pretending to be stupid?"

   The old orc glared at the stinky pirate, and then glanced at Warlock, who was beside him with an indifferent expression and planned to slash with an axe, he said to Black:

   "Why did you bring these five children to Azeroth, do you really think I don't understand? Blackrock Mountain is as solid as a rock, whether it's the Alliance or the devil that appears before us.

  We will hold that line of defense.

   Actually you don't have to. "

"Different."

  The stinky pirate shook his head seriously, threw the wine bottle out of his hand, and smashed it at the feet of the retreating young Roar who was beaten by the shield girl. The broken glass flew around, causing Xiao Roo's feet to bleed.

   Black cursed:

   "Cheer up! You still want to be a pirate like this? What are you doing? How about raising fish to fight fake races? Can you just be careful? I'll hang you from the mast if you can't handle it!"

  You bastard.

   No wonder your father doesn't look down on you asshole."

"what!"

   The stinking pirate's precise roar broke out into the most terrifying howl since the start of the war. He felt that his heart was broken by this bastard, and in the pain, it seemed that a new force was breaking out of the ground.

   But before he could burst out that power, he was slapped on the face by the fierce shield girl with a shield.

   The terrifyingly smitten young Roar flew out, and the surrounding shield girls immediately booed in disappointment.

   This green skin is too weak.

   Is he really the same species as the mighty greenskins who hacked Hela to death?

   Oh yes, he's not green, he's brown. Maybe it's because the ungreen orcs are inherently weaker?

"Different."

   And here, seeing Xiao Roo being sent flying by a shield, Blake shook his head helplessly. He knew that he was going to lose today, so he took out a few gold cards and threw them to the old orc next to him.

He says:

   "The power that a warrior who is concerned and who is not concerned is absolutely different, especially those of you who can't be normalized.

  I can see it clearly.

   The combat power you can explode depends on how high your will is. I can’t physically strengthen the fighting power of the beasts, so I can only start from the psychological level. "

  Black looked at Brocks, he pointed to the other orc Si Xiao who looked worried, and said softly:

"When you know that if you can't stop the devil, you may put your children in danger due to your failures, I believe that even a **** like Grom Hellscream will have a 200% combat power bonus. to make.

  I will protect my crew, Lord Brox, it is my duty as captain. "

  The pirate coughed and said:

   "But if my fleet has to join the fight against the demons, then whether these five guys are ready or not, I'll stuff them a weapon and send them into battle.

   Azeroth is not your home.

   But for the longevity of your real hometown, maybe you can throw your blood in this world.

   You did something wrong last time because no one gave you the right guidance. But this time, as a prophet, I have given you a direction. If you can still do something wrong, then I really can't help it.

   I'm not forcing you either.

  I believe that you are all sensible people, and I believe that you can make the right choice. "

   After finishing speaking, Black glanced at the dragonskin bag on Brox's waist and said to the old orc:

"Since my sister's prodigal gave you the Dragon Slaying Axe, let's use it well, and treat it as the deposit I paid in advance. A warrior's artifact should be enough to please your boss, right? "

   "Enough is enough."

  Blox sighed and said:

   "But I'm getting old"

   "Garlic and warriors both get spicier with age."

   Black glanced at Brocks and said:

   "I won't let you fight alone, so what are you afraid of. As long as it is necessary, I ask you to kill a demon lord with an axe.

   I think Archimonde or Kil'jaeden would be good

   Should be done, right? "

"maybe."

  Blox glanced at Garrosh, who was completely stunned by the shield girl, and said:

   "Then my life will be sold to you. Tell me the truth, is there really any hope for Draenor?"

   "I will send you back, and when the time is right, completely end the wheel of hatred."

  Black answered the question, saying:

   "This is my reserve price, don't ask for more, I, a poor pirate, can't come up with anything more to satisfy your appetite."

"This is enough."

  The old orc smiled, turned around and left with his younger brother. After taking a step, he turned back and said to the pirate:

   "Grom told you to take a few ships to the Hinterlands and pull the Warsong clan to Desolace. He doesn't plan to play in the Eastern Continent. In his words, there's no fun in that Desolate Land."

   "He asked me to send it to me?"

   Black sneered and said:

   "You don't even pay the shipping fee. The Hellscream family has a lot of face, so you're not afraid that I will arrange a shipwreck or something, and send all his diehards to feed the fish?"

   "His son is on your boat, and you still ask him for the boat fee?"

  Walok spit out angrily and said to the smelly pirate:

   "Tell him yourself and see how he will answer you. If my son loses a chilly hair on your boat, be careful and I'll forget it, so be it."

   (end of this chapter)