Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 313 22. Plant trees. How can we save people if we don’t plant trees? --——【2740】

(Additional update for Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [2/15])

The atmosphere in the valley below the elven ruins of Tyano was very stagnant.

Black made arrogant claims that Lylitha Windrunner would become his retainer.

That's a pretty scary request.

The Windrunner family's loyalty to Quel'Thalas has long spread throughout the northern border. Everyone in this family will only be loyal to their own king and country.

From the appearance of the first Windrunner Ranger General to the present, this tradition of loyalty has never changed for thousands of years.

But if the stinky pirate dares to make a request, he must be sure of it.

"You're done."

Black looked at the same shocked Mother's mother in front of him.

"From the moment Dath'Remar Sunstrider poured his private bottle of water from the Well of Eternity into the Well of the Sun, you no longer had a future to speak of.

The glorious history shaped by magic lasted for 6,800 years. All civilizations in the Eastern Continent believe that you will continue to prosper in the glory of the Sunwell.

The flag of the Phoenix Dynasty will always stand on the land of our ancestors.

But today, in this foreign land far away from your homeland, you have seen with your own eyes the end of the dream, and it is time to wake up from the false dream of prosperity.

Quel'Thalas is powerful, I admit.

But that's in exchange for your future.

I know how much you love your people, mentor.

So, just think it's for them. "

The pirate took out the skull flask, opened the lid, glanced at Windrunner's mother, and said in a melodious tone:

"The opportunity to change your future is right in front of you, you just need to reach out and touch it, and all you have to pay is to change your allegiance.

Don't be so stressed.

You're dead, right?

You have given everything to your people and country during your lifetime, why not try new options after your death?

I will be a great monarch in the future, more than one person has said so.

The human emperor Thoradin personally enthroned me to the throne. Such orthodoxy would not insult someone as noble as yours.

Just a retainer.

I'm not asking you to do anything weird. "

He was trying to persuade Mother Windrunner.

But General Lilesa was not thinking about personal honor and disgrace at all. What she was wondering about was another thing.

"Do you really have a way to cure addiction?"

General Windrunner looked at the pirate in front of him. This guy exuded an aura of unreliability from head to toe. Windrunner was teaching Black how to hunt during this period. She knew very well how cunning her "apprentice" was.

Blake does have some extraordinary abilities.

But addictive.

As he said, is it really possible to eliminate this stubborn disease that has penetrated into the marrow and soul of the high elves, and this shadow that has shrouded an entire race and civilization, just by relying on him?

"Well, your eyes are full of distrust and suspicion, just like looking at a clown who speaks arrogantly. Mentor, mentor, your eyes really hurt my heart."

The pirate curled his lips, pointed to the ground under his feet, and said:

"I came to Suramar mainly for three things."

"First, capture a few Nightborne mages and go back to be my 'personal teleporters'.

The second is to use Suramar's incident to show you the future of the high elves, dispel the unrealistic illusions in your mind, and let you understand what kind of future your tribe and country are facing.

The third thing is to find a big treasure here.

A treasure that can cure addiction.”

"Here? Under the eyes of the Children of the Night?"

Windrunner's mother became even more suspicious.

Like a housewife who encountered a liar, she took a few steps back with suspicious eyes and said:

"If that thing really exists, given that the Children of the Night have existed in Suramar for ten thousand years, why would it be your turn to look for it? Black, it's not that I don't believe you.

But if you want my loyalty, if you promise to bring a future to my country, you have to show me first. "

"You just don't believe me."

The pirate took a sip of wine, turned around and fired a flare into the sky, summoning the goblin aircraft to pick them up. Then he turned back to Windrunner's mother and said in a faint voice:

"Come with me. I'll show you something wonderful that you haven't seen in thousands of years of life."

"But as long as you follow me, I will consider you to be loyal to me, madam. When I ask you to do something, don't default on it."

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"Connie!"

"Mother!"

The rickety goblin aircraft went to Qitai before bringing everyone in the valley back to the outskirts of the Suramar wilderness.

After the fox pilot flying the helicopter landed, a group of children of the night, covering their ears, stepped off the plane with the novel feeling of experiencing flying.

As a result, a call was immediately heard.

Connie, a little girl with long hair among the children, turned around and saw her mother running towards her with the support of a young human being who was two heads shorter than her.

The little girl also cried and threw herself into her mother's arms.

It had been several days since she had been kidnapped by the bad elves of the City Guards. The bad guys had threatened to throw them into the hands of the Withered as food.

"Look, your daughter is here."

Nat Pagle, who was holding the fishing rod, whispered maliciously to Hal, who was at a loss next to him:

"Congratulations, Hal, your dream has come true, and it's doubled, hahahaha."

Hal grimaced and didn't know how to respond to his friend's teasing.

The wish that was originally thought to be impossible to come true suddenly came true, leaving the fisherman from Nanhai Town somewhat at a loss. The captain arranged a marriage for him with a confused look on his face, but now he can't even talk to his "wife".

The Salas language, which is as complex and cumbersome as demonic writing, can ordinary people learn it?

How will you live from now on?

And this little girl, the Child of the Night, I heard from the captain that the Child of the Night could live for a long, long time. I was afraid that Connie might not be able to live independently as an adult until the day she entered the grave.

Without him, the two of them would be alone again.

Alas, I am so worried.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried endlessly under the gaze of the pirates who were holding torches and searching for treasures in the ruins, which made some sentimental pirates shed tears of emotion.

Phew, of course it’s impossible!

What a fool to expect the pirates to be kind.

Previously, under the leadership of Sir Artumen, these pirates tracked the Faldorei Dryad all the way from the Merridale ruins to this super large elf ruins.

There is also a strange large pit next to the ruins.

It seemed like the elven temple had collapsed into a broken tunnel beneath the ground, much like a sinkhole created after a huge explosion.

The underground is at least fifty meters above the ground, and in the darkness around the tunnel, as night falls, these pirates can still hear strange roars in the underground ruins.

There is something around!

And there are lots of them.

They are all people who care about their lives, so naturally they should stay as far away from that dangerous trap as possible.

Several goblin engineers serving Black were waiting next to the large pit. There were several big red detonators at their feet.

"Have the explosives been planted?"

Blake glanced around and knew that the Withermen wandering in the ruins near the pit had been alerted. While patrolling to the left and right, he said to the leaders waiting for orders:

"Did you find something?"

"Both the Big Bad Wolf and Atumen led people to search in the ruins."

Maimu, who was wearing heavy armor, replied:

“But the ruins were huge and everyone was sent out.

Follow your instructions and search the surrounding temple ruins for the seed. The laying of the explosives went smoothly. When the goblins buried the barrels of gunpowder, it was quiet under the pit, and no spider demons came out to disturb them. "

"It's not available now. We'll be in trouble as soon as we find the seeds."

Blake sneered and said:

"Don't underestimate those spider elves, they are very cunning, they must have discovered us, and now they are trying to make a profit.

It would be best if the goblins could bury more explosives and blow up the pit.

If you bring more people to catch the withered magicians around the ruins, and take down the magical things on their bodies to use as bait, the withered magicians will take the initiative to run out of their hiding places.

Those guys' eyesight has deteriorated and they can't see you at all in the dark, so they use fishing nets and ropes to catch them. It's enough to catch two to three hundred people.

Then take them to the ruins of Meredale and wait for my orders there. "

"Um."

Maimu nodded, turned around and walked towards the pirates behind him.

Blake glanced at the quiet pit next to him, then looked back at Windrunner's mother, who was carrying a war bow behind her and exuding murderous aura. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a surprising voice coming from the ruins in the distance.

"Found it!"

It's the roar of the Evil Eye, and this guy's voice is very recognizable.

The pirate immediately got up and headed over there, followed closely by Mother Windrunner.

The two of them quickly rushed into the huge ruins. In front of a very hidden, mostly collapsed elven temple, they saw the evil eye arguing with Kanrisad.

"I obviously found this first!"

A ferocious hell hound lay at the feet of the skinny boy. His kid was riding on the hell hound, grinning and yelling in devilish language at the shameless orc warlock in front of him.

"Who said that? I saw something in this temple from a distance, but my legs and feet are not very good. When I ran over, you beat me to it. You cunning little guy."

The evil eye pointed at the interior of the temple and said plausibly:

"Look, my Eyes of Kilrogg are all here, and this credit is mine."

"That's what you put in just now, you are shameless!"

Kanrisade was so angry that he grabbed the staff and was about to swing it out. Evil Eye also pulled out his wand with a gloomy look on his face, apparently wanting to fight among himself to win the credit.

Black has said before that whoever finds the seeds will be heavily rewarded.

"Captain, it's up to you to judge."

When the orc saw Black walking over quickly, he immediately wanted to express his gratitude, but Black glared at him and said:

"You have the nerve to bully a child, I really underestimate you."

"Hey, Captain, I am a warlock, and he is also a warlock."

Xie Yan raised his head without shame and said:

"There is no distinction between warlocks, young and old. Let's not talk about this. We have found that one. Look! It's right there!"

The orcs pointed to the inside of the collapsed temple. The door here had been violently torn down. Judging from the paw prints, they should have been made by the hell hounds of Kanrezad.

There is nothing in this temple. It looks like it has been looted and is clean. Only the dusty shrine in the center has something weird.

The six metal shells are like closed flower petals, shaped into a rather artistic flower-bone shape.

The pirate stepped forward, looked back behind him, and gestured to the evil eye. The warlock immediately ran out to convey the order and let the goblin engineers prepare to detonate.

A dozen or so goblin aircraft parked around them also took off in a buzzing manner, with several barrels of gunpowder hung from fishing nets underneath each one.

When they flew above the large pit, Blake reached out and roughly tore open the metal sheet wrapping the shell, revealing the contents of the shrine.

A seed.

A rather strange seed, half of it is made of plant material, and the other half looks like a magic crystal. The two different materials are fused together in a weird way.

Regardless of which direction you look at it, it is very symmetrical.

When the pirates tore open the shell and took out the strange seeds from the shrine, a piercing and weird scream suddenly came from the elven ruins under the dark night.

It was like some kind of order that made the ground shake, as if thousands of troops were rushing out of the ground.

"Arcandor, the magic tree."

Blake tossed the seed the size of a human head up and down in his hand, and said to the astonished Windrunner's mother next to him:

"Now, this is the hope of saving your people, my mentor."

"So, the salvation you give is to plant trees?"

Lylitha Windrunner said in a strange tone:

"If that's the case, then why don't we go to the Kaldorei night elves? They are the best at planting trees in Azeroth. All tree species can be found in them."

"Ha, the 'high' elves are willing to bow to the night elves you despise? This is the funniest joke I have heard this year."

The pirate whistled, raised the tree species in his hand proudly, and said:

"Besides, the kind of tree planted by the druids is not good, whether it is the World Tree or the Sky Tree, they cannot save you. You Quel'dorei just don't know the difference!

Look how discerning Fadore is.

The whole clan will be dispatched now to kill us, seize Arcandor's seeds, and complete their own salvation. Only elves like them who know the goods know how powerful this kind of thing is.

Without further ado, the Faldorei rushed up.

Where is the bomb I paid a fortune for?

Detonate!

What are you waiting for? "