Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 319 28. Noble elf sisters? Ha, the captain must like it, kidnap him and take him away! ——【3340】

(Additional update for Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [8/15])

This is an ordinary night, very ordinary for everyone in Suramar City.

It is no different from the past 10,000 years. It is so calm that people are not interested at all, and it is so boring that it is disgusting.

The city is still so graceful and beautiful, the air has the same pleasant magic as always, and the Yongyue Market is still so lively.

But no matter how good the scenery is, after looking at it for ten thousand years, it has long lost its original heart-pounding feeling.

If a human was here, he would have gone crazy.

But the elves of the Night did not. They did not hate this city just because they were tired of it. On the contrary, this strange group of elves accepted this life as plain as water peacefully.

And he changed his ways, trying to find factors that would make his eyes shine.

It was this city that protected them from the cataclysm of 10,000 years ago. It was Suramar City that protected them for 10,000 years. There is no better place in the world than Suramar City. .

This is heaven on earth.

"Have you heard? The Strice family in the wealthy area held another hunting celebration last month. The family, which is full of liars, gangsters, and thieves, invited Miss Yuejun and many dignitaries to go Fox hunting.”

Suramar City, Circular Quay Astava Port, a patrolling city guard soldier stretched out beautifully where his superiors could not see him, and then said to his companion who was secretly drinking magic wine next to him. explain:

"It is said that Ms. Elisande also participated, and the great astrologer Etaeus almost captured the most cunning red fox, Woping."

"That's not fair!"

After his companion heard this, he immediately complained dissatisfiedly:

"Why can they go out and enjoy themselves outside the city? We have to patrol here every day. The Stris family has made no contribution to this city but can gain the favor of the Grand Magister.

And those of us who devote ourselves to the city can only get a small amount of compensation every month.

Did you hear that?

The quota of magic wine we distribute next month will be reduced again. The nobles are still having a banquet. Hey, they are drinking magic wine one bottle at a time, and some people are using magic wine to bathe!

What the hell. "

"What's the use of saying this? Who made your parents not become nobles under Queen Azshara?"

The complainer's companion looked around and joked:

"As for going out to hunt in the city, the Grand Magister has not tied your feet. As long as you are not afraid of being bitten to death by the withered spell, you can go hunting.

Haha, finally, the reduction of magic wine quota is not a big deal.

Come, I'll teach you how to get enough magic wine. "

This guy smiled, led his companions to the pier, put on a serious posture, and shouted to a gondola boat girl who was transporting goods next to her:

"Hey! Come here! Stop the ship for a temporary inspection."

The boat girl who was called seemed to be used to this kind of thing. She was wearing short clothes and turned the rudder to bring the boat, which was decorated with magic lights on both sides, to the shore.

She turned a blind eye and watched as the two city guards walked onto her ship, lifted up the old silk covering the cargo, and blatantly took four bottles of freshly brewed magic wine from the wine box. Each of them took two bottles and asked for them. Go ashore.

The boat girl watched this scene with cold eyes and had no intention of stopping it.

There was even a hint of amusement and sarcasm in the big purple eyes. The Grand Magister had been trying to control the production of magic wine, in order to force more people in the city to serve her wholeheartedly.

But even a wise person like Elisande has never been able to prohibit the private smuggling of magic wine in the city.

The reason is not that the "rebels" are too cunning.

It is precisely because the city guards under the Grand Magister are too corrupt, and because these guys always try their best to get away some magic wine to enjoy themselves, that the "resisters" take advantage of it.

Doesn’t the Grand Magister know?

No.

She knew it very well.

It's a pity that the more she knew about the corruption of the lower-class soldiers, the less she dared to investigate it strictly. After all, there were only a few nobles like her. To control the entire city, these huge city guards had to act as lacklusters.

But aren’t the City Guards the Children of the Night?

Aren’t the city guards addicted to magic?

She has been reducing the city guard's magic wine quota in an attempt to knock down the mountain and Zhenhu, but the more she does this, the more serious the city guard's corruption becomes.

There is no other way, everyone has to eat.

To put it in the Night Child version, everyone needs to drink.

"Hey, there seems to be something under the water?"

The city guard soldier who had taken the magic wine was about to go back and find a place where no one was around to enjoy it, but when he left the boat, he glanced under the water and immediately froze on the spot.

His companion had already unscrewed the bottle cap, poured wine into his mouth, and enjoyed the comfortable taste of the magic mixed with the sweet and sour wine flowing into his body, but he felt that the person next to him was not leaving.

He turned around with an angry look and saw his companion squatting down to look at the water. He felt that this guy was nosy.

However, the moment he wanted to reprimand him, the water around the dock immediately rioted. Amid the wild roars of an underwater beast, a ferocious-looking Withered One jumped out from the water.

The hands that had degenerated into claws tightly strangled the city guard soldier's neck. As he screamed, the unfortunate man was dragged into the water.

The next moment, horrific blood swayed under the water along with the sounds of tearing and chewing.

"ah!"

Another city defense soldier was frightened.

He backed away in horror, and the magic wine in his hand fell to the ground, staining his feet with purple stains. The aroma brought out by the magic wine made the withered ones in the water even more violent.

In less than a few seconds, more than a dozen Withered Laws rushed from the water, with dazzling bloody footprints, and merged into the turbid current of the Withered Laws behind them.

And on the spot, there was only the body of a child of the night who had been disemboweled and drained of all the magic power in his body.

He fell in a pool of blood.

His head was only three steps away from his hollowed-out body.

But these two things can never come back together.

Messy.

The entire dock was in chaos the moment the army of withered warriors rushed forward. Wherever the withered warriors, who had gone crazy stimulated by the magic power, arrived, there was only a ruined wall.

Even the alarm crystal on the dock was roughly torn off by the group of magic beasts, and was treated as "delicious food" to swallow up the magic in it.

And the gondola boat girl who had witnessed everything no longer had the calm attitude she had before. She was trembling, shaking the rudder with weak hands and feet, and rushed towards the civilian area.

She just wants to stay as far away from this dangerous place as possible. She just wants to warn her friends.

The Withered Ones are rioting!

Oh my god, how did these monsters get into the city?

The piercing magic alarm soon reverberated throughout the dock area. The city guards were dispatched in large numbers, but were defeated head-on by the violent Withered Ones. Chaos spread in this city that had been peaceful for ten thousand years.

The gondola boat girl who was anxiously sailing the boat into the civilian area of ​​Yongyue didn't know that only one step away from her, Blake in the shadow was leisurely putting more than a dozen boxes of magic wine on her boat into In the magic bag.

Blake sat in the boat and looked across the bay.

The magic barrier on the sea has been upgraded to wartime standards, and the water leading to the inner and outer bays has been completely cut off. Ten thousand years ago, the barrier fell due to the invasion of the Burning Legion.

What's ridiculous is that it was reactivated ten thousand years later, but only because of a pirate.

"So, Black Shaw = Burning Legion?"

This thought rose in the pirate's mind, and he was immediately amused by himself. This is definitely the funniest joke he has come up with this year.

Be sure to write it down and tell Sephiel when you go back.

——

"Huh? The city alarm went off? What's going on?"

The magic warning sounded in Suramar City was quickly transmitted to a seaside manor in the southeast corner of the city, which was completely isolated from the main city.

It is connected to the Nighthold by a Tower Walk, but other than that, it is completely independent of Suramar City and can only be reached by boat.

The most important thing is that this manor is located outside the magic barrier, which in a sense violates the taboos of Suramar City, but it also represents the power of the owner of this manor.

It belongs to Lady Thalyssra, the most trusted magical advisor under the Grand Magister, but the person who is here is not the owner of the manor.

Instead, they were two nobles in the city who had a close relationship with Advisor Thalyssra. They were discussing secret matters here that no one else could know.

"Attendant, go out and see what's going on!"

After hearing the harsh magic warning, in the main hall of the manor, a female noble wearing a gorgeous Shaldorei silk robe and a ruby ​​seal on her finger looked out the door.

But she did not get up herself, but asked the family attendants outside the door to inquire about the information.

Then she turned back and continued the conversation with the female elf who was sitting on the sofa opposite her and had a similar appearance to her. She was holding a glass of "thousand-year" magic wine in her hand.

The low purple wine reflected an intoxicating halo in the glass.

This kind of magic wine is not for drinking at all. This magic wine that has been stored for thousands of years is the best collection of the nobles of Suramar City. It is perfect for displaying the family heritage and wealth.

Open a bucket at a banquet and it will make even the most difficult guests smile.

But now it is being used to drink by the two elf sisters. It can be seen that these two are definitely not small characters in Suramar City.

"Annares, my sister, I need your help."

The female elf noble holding the magic wine spoke in the oldest and most orthodox Salas language. This Elvish language was the language of the nobles during the ancient Elf Empire. After speaking one sentence, her tongue had to be tied in at least nine knots.

Not to mention how elegant and refined it is, and not to mention how tiring it is to speak in this tone.

no way.

This is the heavy daily life of a noble family that has been passed down for more than 12,000 years.

Well, their tongues must be very flexible

She looked at her sister opposite who said nothing, but was dressed as luxuriously as her, and emphasized with the aristocratic speech that was extremely difficult to speak:

"My close friend Thalyssra revealed a crucial piece of news to me. The Grand Magister is selecting a new political advisor for her. This is the best chance for the Yue County family to return to glory.

I intend to compete for this position, and the Astava family has already taken care of it. They will support me in the meeting in a month. But the Strice family, full of robbers, liars and thieves, is also interested in competition.

Last month, they held a very successful hunting celebration, and it is said that Ms. Alisande has a different regard for the upstart family.

In addition to the troublesome Strys, the Dusk Bay family seems to have also taken action.

I know that you have a close relationship with some people in the Dusk Bay family, so I took this opportunity today to ask my close friend Thalyssra to borrow her manor to talk to you about this matter here. "

"I won't help you, Lilith!"

The elf sister of the Son of the Night named Anaris Yuejun sneered, and with the same elegant gesture and tone, she picked up another glass of wine and said to her sister:

"The Muwan family invited me before, and I will support their head in the name of the Yuejun family."

"But I am the mistress of the Yuejun family."

Lilith Yuejun narrowed her eyes, raised her left hand, and showed the ruby ​​seal to her rebellious sister. She said:

"That's why my father gave me the family seal with his own hands."

"boom"

The internal fighting between the two sisters ended before it even started. The servant who had just been sent to find out the news rushed into the manor with a panicked look on his face. His legs became weak and he fell to the ground. He pointed outside and said:

"Master, let's go! A group of hairless monkeys, green-skinned monsters, and trolls rushed in from outside! I have never seen such creatures.

They have no ears, have white and yellow skin, and they drive ghost ships.

Now we have rushed into the manor and are attacking the guards. Master, hurry up."

"boom"

Before the servant could finish speaking, he was kicked unconscious by the butler assassin Moros who jumped out from the shadows. The undead butler in a black and white tuxedo held a blood-red dagger in his hand and glanced at the two elf ladies in front of him.

Lilith Yuejun was worthy of being the eldest daughter of a noble family. She reacted very quickly. She stood up and protected her somewhat panicked sister behind her. She grabbed her ceremonial cane and pointed it forward like a sword.

Then he shouted a lot in Salas language to the undead housekeeper in front of him.

"Well, this lady's Salas is too old, sorry, but I didn't quite understand it."

The old butler Moros is also a decent man.

If he could be Medivh's butler, he would definitely understand Salas language and so on, but the problem was that the unspoken language of the great noble in front of him was too complicated, which made Moros look helpless for a moment.

But he understood at least part of it.

"Are you two descendants of a noble family called 'Yuejun'? Ah, this is great."

Moros glanced at the dagger in his hand, put the thing back into the scabbard, and said politely to the two noble ladies in front of him:

“I’ve been worried about Master Black’s social circle.

The people he associates with are all a group of dangerous people, which is very inconsistent with his status. Now that two real noble ladies join him, it will definitely greatly enhance the master's reputation and quality of life.

Therefore, please forgive me for being rude and inviting you two to be guests on the Nagfar.

Two Yuejun ladies, please come with me. "