Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 594 147. Tool people act, or I will kick your ass with this boot! -【230】

(Adding updates for Humenyan Brothers, I can't write the title.)

The selection of pirate recruits in Violet Prison has entered the final stage. After witnessing the tragic end of those losers in the previous ten minutes, all of them have red eyes and look at each other with the same eyes as if they were killing their fathers and enemies .

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

This method is evil, but it works.

Especially after witnessing that big angry guard demon devouring the soul of the loser, the trembling that originated from the soul made the rest of the people full of fear of this painful and tortured death.

What fear inspires is sometimes not courage, but dark brutality.

But none of this has anything to do with Bo Laike, he doesn't even bother to look at 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.

It's the same whoever you choose to take away.

Bo Laike is busy communicating with another weird guy in the prison, the torrent elemental trapped in the magic cage in the prison sewer.

"%￥#@%&*￥&@￥!"

The pirate raised his head and looked at the three-meter-high torrent water elemental 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 weird elemental language, just like howls of wild people greeting each other, others could not understand this kind of communication at all.

But the torrent water element understands.

After Laike's "friendly" greeting, the torrent elemental that was quietly suspended above the sewer flow shook its weird head made of ice suspiciously.

It seems a little unclear, why does this human being still speak elemental language?

Then, the torrent element slowly said:

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

"Then you should have said it earlier!"

Bu Laike rubbed his throat and said dissatisfiedly:

"Speaking elemental language with human vocal cords hurts my throat, okay? If I say it a few more times, my throat will be destroyed. You evil water elemental, I started to hate you before we made friends. .”

"I don't like humans."

The torrent element doesn't care about the atmosphere of the pirates, it replied with the eerie sound of the tide beating the reef when the waves of the flowing water formed:

"It was you who inexplicably summoned me from the Maw of the Abyss to the material world. The arrogant spellcasters are not satisfied with enslaving ordinary water elements, and want to research an evil method to enslave a torrent element like me.

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

The great Tidehunter is still waiting for my service.

However, I see your noble move to free the prisoners, so, human, will you free me? You will thus gain the friendship of the Hydraxian water elementals! "

"But I want something more valuable than 'friendship,' my dear Riptide."

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

"I just looked through the prisoner list in Dalaran. I know that your name is Ekron, and you are a powerful elemental warrior. You may not know it, but I am a person who admires the power of the elemental legion.

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

All the time I wish to open the realm of the elements, to unleash my great tide hunter into the material world, and to bestow upon it the whole of the endless sea as a new frontier.

In fact, I'm already planning this.

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

I'll unleash you, torrent elemental.

But you must promise to bring me a word to the tide hunters, I need the cooperation of the tide hunters in the elemental realm when I carry out my crazy plan. "

"Of course, this request is very reasonable."

The torrent element swayed its body, creating waves of waves, and said in a low voice:

"I'll definitely tell you what to say."

"No! You swear first."

How shrewd are pirates, how could they be trapped by 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 tide hunter, you will help me unconditionally, and then I will release you and find a way to send you back to the Maw of the Abyss.

You have to understand that when 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 dark hearts always regard all promises as deals that can be broken, but the promises of our water elementals are as firm as the endless sea."

The torrent element Akulon first despised the dark thoughts of the stinky pirate, and then reluctantly swore an oath in elemental language in the name of the tide hunter in front of him at the repeated request of the pirate.

Uh, this oath has no actual binding force, and the elemental monarch is not a conventional god, so it is impossible to bring some indescribable divine power by reciting the name and taboo.

In the material world, the only thing that can effectively bind elemental creatures is the elemental contract of shamans.

Just like warlocks summoning demons and hunters' war beasts, shamans and elemental creatures share power through the connection of supernatural forces.

However, compared to warlocks and hunters, shamans and elemental connections are a little more complicated.

This is also the most criticized point of the shaman profession. Almost all of their power comes from serving the spirits of the elements, and it is difficult for them to dominate by themselves.

If the element is in a good mood, give it more strength.

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

This is why the ancient inheritance of shaman priests has not been able to be carried forward.

To be a shaman means to follow the commandments of the elements.

But on the other hand, if you are good at talking and winning the favor of the elemental spirits, these wayward guys will give you unimaginable power.

For example, Drek'Thar, the legendary shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, could single-handedly set off a huge snowstorm that enveloped the entire Alterac Valley.

That's already the power to manipulate the weather.

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

Unfortunately, the elements are not easy to deceive,

They prefer people with pure hearts to become their shamans, so pirates, bastards with bad hearts, don't think about taking the way of shamans.

On his first day as a shaman, he was probably going to be disgusted, abandoned, or even cursed by the elemental spirit because he was full of lies.

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

Once the tide hunters know that they are acting recklessly in the name of the ruler of the Maw of the Abyss, then the water elemental king will be the first to let them go.

The Tidehunters rule the realms of the water elementals through more than benevolence.

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

After listening to Ekron's oath, Laike snapped his fingers backwards, Zarak and Kanrethad, who were guarding the switch of the magic cage, simultaneously switched the inconspicuous dark red crystal lamp on the wall.

Twisting outwards from left to right, the magic barrier that bound Ekron quickly dissipated.

This strange water element rushes out of the sewer with a small tide, flooding most of the prison hall in an instant, and under the command of Braike, it rolls up the blood and corpses on the ground and throws them into the sewer.

Like throwing them into a toilet, throwing them into the sewer sewage pool in Dalaran in the swirl of the big water flow, this scene made the stinky pirate's eyes widen, and a simple thought spontaneously came to him:

Maybe he should recruit some water elementals to his fleet, so they can do the deck scrubbing and keep his fleet clean and fresh forever.

But thinking about it the other way around, doesn't this mean that the lazy bastards under his command can be lazy?

This is not allowed!

Forget it, let the water elementals go, and continue to let those miserable bastards wipe the deck with their asses pouting.

"All of you are trainee pirates of the Immortal Fleet now, listen to me now, I want to issue the first order to you landlubber sailors."

On the high platform leaving the prison, Bo Laike hit the ground with the black scythe in his hand, making a bang sound, and he shouted to the bloody and brutal scumbags in front of him:

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

Now everyone has three magic suitcases under my hands, and I don't care where you look for them. When you leave Dalaran, I must see that each of you has three big bags full of valuable treasures!

Now Dalaran is completely unguarded. Banks, libraries, treasuries, and mage towers are all for you to take.

I have already pushed open the door of the treasury of this city that exudes wealth. 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, wicked laugh, and waved to the crowd of scum in front of him, saying:

"Of course, of course, I'm also a bastard, I know how villains think. You must call me an idiot in your heart, it doesn't matter, you just run away!

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

I will definitely not trouble you. "

He raised a finger and waved it in front of the eyes of the scumbags who had passed through the "cruel selection", his tone suddenly became gloomy and cold.

He said:

"But as long as you feel that you can't survive, and you want to run to me to escape, remember, one person has three pockets full of treasures!

That is your 'proof of occupancy'.

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

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

Let me make it clear, in Dalaran now, only my fleet will accept you scum who smell of blood.

So, for my cause, for the future of the fleet, work hard to plunder, landlubbers. "

After finishing speaking, the pirate turned around, took his shadow element Zuramat and the torrent element Akron, under the guard of the angry guard Clin Fran who feasted on souls, and a group of Narsalas Academy warlocks. The apprentices leave the prison.

The last troll and Bandakuru sneered triumphantly, took out a large pile of empty magic bags that the captain gave him just now, threw them on the ground, and waited for those scumbags to take them.

These uniformly styled large pockets were custom-made for today's looting from the magic tailor shop in Suramar.

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

The little mages in the prison had already run away, and as soon as Bu Laike's forces left the scene, only a group of scum prisoners who had just experienced cannibalism remained.

The door of Violet Prison is open before their eyes, as long as they want to, they can lift their feet and leave here.

But this will leave no one moving.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, some are still wiping the blood off their bodies, and there are two terrified little dwarves hugging each other and crying, the crying is extremely ear-piercing.

Several fallen arakkoa imprisoned here chattered in their language for more than ten seconds. Finally, led by a fallen arakkoa priest carrying a flaming staff, these walking lame, bird-headed and human-body The weird guy took three magic bags each, and was the first to walk out of the prison.

The big-bodied ogre prisoner looked left and right, and the second got up and took his luggage. Curry, the guard in the prison, found a warhammer for himself and left here carefully.

There was a commotion among the remaining prisoners.

Some dismissed the luggage that was thrown in front of them, while others carefully took a few with them.

Soon they were all gone, leaving only the terrified Manastorm couple and the lava hound lying in his lair, full of food, and sleeping soundly.

Milfis Manastorm, who had been pretending to cry, raised her head and looked around.

The cunning and clever, irascible female midget leaped from her husband's arms and tossed her impotent husband a monstrous collar that shone with electric arcs.

With her arms akimbo, she called out to Millhouse Manastorm:

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

With it, we can control the big dog.

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

"You actually hid a hand, you cunning and vicious woman, you are really my little sweetheart."

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

He waved the electric shock collar in his hand, pointed to the lava dog lying there sleeping soundly, and said with a embarrassed face:

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

"Can't you cut off one?"

Millfiss lowered her head and straightened her ray gun, without raising her head, she said:

"You idiot."

"No, I have a better idea."

There was an eerie gleam in Millhouse Manastorm's eyes.

He tiptoed, taking advantage of his wife's inattention, snapped the collar around his wife's neck, and snatched the controller from Milfith's hand.

"Hahaha, let you throw a mechanical squirrel on my bed! That thing is driving me crazy, you crazy woman, don't even think about feeding me to lava dogs, I'll teach you a lesson when we run out.

Plus, I'm not an idiot.

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

The big villain was wrong when he said no one in the city would take us.

No one will accept them!

They're all a bunch of scum, but I'm not!

I am an official mage registered in the Kirin Tor, a real decent person. Those scumbags know nothing. Where are the real good things in Dalaran? Only insiders know!

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

(end of this chapter)