Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 320 29. New guests of the Waning Moon Tavern——[3440]

(Additional update for Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [9/15])

Lilith Yuejun and Anares Yuejun, two ladies with ten thousand years of noble heritage, were half-invited and half-forced by Moros to "invite" them out of the manor hall.

As a result, they saw more than two hundred stinky pirates of various races walking around the chief arcanist's manor, chasing down the poor servants of the Yuejun family.

It is impossible for two noble ladies to travel without escort.

However, since it was a secret meeting, it was impossible to bring too many guards.

The two guards totaled less than thirty. Although each of them was an elite fighter, the problem was that their opponents not only had a quantitative advantage, but also a qualitative advantage.

"The magic of the Children of the Night is so rough, but also rough and subtle. It is such an orthodox elf spellcasting system, which is interesting."

The archmage Elan, holding the scroll in his hand, withstood the siege of six Sons of Night mages with one person.

He kept throwing arcane cages, trapping the three weaker mages, and flicking the wand in his hand, applying his extremely proud flaming ring magic to the remaining three Nightborne mages.

The two mages realized something was wrong and immediately stopped moving.

The last one was ignored, and as a result, he raised his foot and immediately caused the explosion of the ring of flames.

The unlucky guy's magic shield was completely shattered, and he himself was severely burned. He fell to the ground and smelled like barbecue.

"Capture without mercy!"

Nilans Ellan, whose body was between reality and reality, held his Tirisfal red crystal wand with three fingers and said to the Nightborne mages in front of him in extremely standard Salas language:

"Captain Black respects spellcasters, knowledge and wisdom. You can trade your loyalty for status under his command without having to fight to the death with me here.

I don't have much interest in fighting, and you are no match for me.

I am more interested in the collection of books in this manor.

So don't waste my time studying! "

The Nightborne mages on one side were suppressed and beaten, and the elite Shadorei magic swordsmen on the other side were also having a hard time.

Because facing them, in addition to the orcs under Maimu and the undead knights under Knight Creedon, there was also a legendary ranger general.

These magic swordsmen who control swordsmanship and arcane magic battles are very powerful. Ordinary pirates can't take more than three moves in front of them. Even if the orcs with a strength advantage rush forward, they will be beaten back by their magic clusters.

The immortal knights of Creedon Knight simply relied on their immortal bodies to fight against these magic swordsmen and suppress them in front of the manor.

But with every harsh sound of the bowstring, a magic swordsman would be hit by an arrow and fall to the ground.

No matter how exquisite swordsmanship the swordsmen used to resist, no matter how thick the magic shield they wore, they were defenseless against the arrows coming from the dark night.

Don't blame them, it's just that the other party is too shameless.

"Didn't you say that there is a suspected legendary chief arcanist living here?"

In the dark night, outside the manor, General Lylitha Windrunner was also very depressed. She did not want to bully these Sha'dorei magic swordsmen. She had already prepared for a fierce battle before coming here tonight.

It's all because Blake kept exaggerating the power of the chief arcanist named "Thalisa", but after she came over, she didn't find the arcanist here.

There are even few spellcasters in this manor.

It was like holding back all the energy to fight a real opponent, but after coming over, all I saw were a bunch of little shrimps, which was really disappointing.

But it’s come and gone, right?

"Buzz"

Another snake-human bone arrow flew out.

Windrunner's mother couldn't even muster the energy to use a sniper arrow. The simplest steady shot was to let the swirling arrows fly into the night sky, biting like a poisonous snake, and knocked down a Demon Swordsman of the Night who was fighting with Maimu to the ground.

The guy still wanted to resist and be loyal to his master, but the smelly green skin kicked him in the face, knocking the magic swordsman unconscious on the ground.

"Hey, where did the elf girl come from? There are still two of them!"

Moros escorted the two Yue County ladies out of the hall. After taking a few steps, he heard a strange scream.

The sinister-looking warlock Xie Yan was walking out of the chief arcanist's study, carrying a bag of stolen magic books and carrying a few robes that were obviously women's in the other hand.

I saw two Yuejun ladies at a glance.

The one-eyed orc chuckled, tied the lady's robe around his waist, and was about to step up to tease him, but was given a cold glare by Moros.

"Stand back! These two thousand-year-old nobles are the distinguished guests of Master Black. Do not disturb them!"

The old housekeeper scolded, and when the evil eye over there heard this, he immediately showed a lewd smile, looked at the two Yuejun ladies up and down, and said:

"Elves, nobles, sisters, hahaha, the captain is lucky now. He has a good figure, but I don't know if he can like this kind of black-skinned elf."

Saying such filthy words, the orc warlock carried the stolen magic book on his back, ran to the Archmage of Elam to flatter him, and showed the Archmage a look at the book in his bag.

The latter picked up a book and read it, then nodded with great satisfaction.

After a few more instructions, the orc turned around and went to find the chief arcanist's library.

"Well, please don't pay attention to the rudeness of my companions. They are just a group of pirates, and we cannot have too high requirements on their moral standards."

Moros looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and explained helplessly to the two frightened noble ladies.

As a result, before he could finish his words, he saw the troll Zalak wearing a wooden mask, running out triumphantly in a lady's robe. This shameless troll was also wearing the best quality Shado on his head. Cloak made of thunder silk.

In his left hand, he held a box of women's jewelry, all of which were magic items. In his right hand, he held two or three elf wands of different styles, and generously gave one to the thin boy.

Kanrisade took it unceremoniously, put the good thing in his arms, turned around and dragged a bag of treasures he found, and put them on the back of his hell hound.

Next to the thin boy, Ms. Natalie Serling, who was wearing a black cloak, was still a little uncomfortable with the pirates' rough style, but she didn't know who had stuffed two excellent elf windbreakers and robes into her hands.

This will make you think hesitantly whether you should accept this "thief's stolen goods".

After all, he is a former archbishop and his moral standards are quite high.

"Ah, my Juliet, this is the most beautiful dress in the world that suits you. I found it for you. Put it on and let me see your beauty."

Romeo, the ghost swordsman with an abnormal mind, knocked down three manor guards along the way. At this moment, he was dedicating a very revealing and vulgar silver skirt to his goddess.

That is the ghost Juliet who also has a weird mind.

The latter has recently been learning the dark priestcraft from Natalie, which has begun to bear fruit. Beside her are two servants of the Yuejun family who have been confused.

Now they are working together to carry a heavy wardrobe and walk out of the manor guest room.

The North Sea pirates found the Arcanist's wine cellar. Under the supervision of Sir Artumen, they continued to move fine wine from the wine cellar, intending to transport it back to the Nagfar.

The kitchen was also attacked by the greedy murlocs of the Guala Guala pirate group.

The old blind man took the lead in grabbing food, and the other murlocs also rushed in, taking as their own snacks the meals prepared by the chief arcanist's chefs for the guests.

Several Nightborn chefs were driven out by the fish-man chef Cookie, wielding a one-handed hammer, and squatted aside shivering with their heads in their hands.

It seems that Chef Cookie plans to bring these chefs back to the Alpaca to learn pastry-making techniques from them. Well, he is indeed the most motivated fish-man in the Guala Guala pirate group.

Messy.

All chaos.

Lilith Yuejun comforted her frightened sister while looking at the chaotic atrocities in front of her.

The noble matron, who was also frightened by the pirates' plunder, watched with a painful look as these "hairless monkeys" in her eyes plundered the beloved manor of her close friend Thalyssra.

She knew how much Thalyssra liked her home. After Thalyssra came back and saw her manor being dismantled like this, the powerful Chief Arcanist would definitely go crazy.

"Treasure found!"

When the two Yuejun ladies were "escorted" to the entrance of the manor, an excited shout suddenly came from the messy room at the back. Lilith turned around and saw two pirates working together to carry an exquisite large wooden box away. come out.

In the half-open box, there were piles of various gems, crystals, and a lot of silver-white, extremely beautiful, shining magical luster of Nightborne coins, both gold and silver.

Alluring jewels shine in the moonlight.

"There are a few boxes behind, hurry up and move them!"

The tattooed female Marci put the box in her hand on the ground, snatched the elf wine from the pirate next to her, bit open the stopper and took a sip into her mouth, only to have it spurt out in the next second.

"Bah! What nonsense! An elf who has lived for ten thousand years drinks this kind of swill? Disgusting!"

The rude female pirate glanced at the magic wine with the complicated label in her hand, smashed it to the ground, and shouted to the other pirates, asking them to go in and move the treasure.

No wonder the pirates couldn't enjoy this magical wine.

They are not addicted to magic. The taste of this wine with pure magic added to it is really hard to describe when they drink it.

But when the tattooed female pirate saw the elf treasure in the box in front of her, her eyes quickly filled with light.

She bent down, grabbed a handful of elven silver coins that exuded an alluring light, put them under her nostrils and took a deep sniff, her face glowing with satisfaction.

Captain Anne made the right choice to join the undead pirates.

Marci no longer complained in her heart. The heavy silver coins in her hand made her extremely satisfied. If she still stayed in the bitter cold Beihai, where would there be such an opportunity to make a fortune?

Marci laughed and threw the silver coins in her hand into the sky, causing the pirates who were dazzled by the treasure to cheer in unison.

Long live Commander Black! ——

"Huh? Why do you feel like someone is talking about me?"

Blake, who was following the gondola boat girl through the chaotic Yongyue Market, suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was calling his name.

But this feeling did not affect the pirates' "tail row".

There are not many people who love him.

But there are so many people who hate him, who cares whether those guys are calling or cursing when they chant his name?

Never mind that.

It doesn't matter whether they insult you or express gratitude, as long as they call you by your name.

Blake, who was in the shadows, chuckled and followed the boat girl twisting her waist and running not far away. He knew that the elf girl in front of him would take him where he wanted to go.

Waning Moon Tavern

The "rebel" base camp of Suramar.

In fact, there are no resisters.

It's nothing more than a group of well-meaning people hugging each other for warmth. This is not more than twenty years later. The contradictions in Suramar City will be sharp now, but it has not yet reached the point where the two polar opposites must resist to survive.

Elisande's rule over this city is still very stable for now.

On the way to the Waning Moon Tavern, Blake was still in the mood to admire the city's night scenery.

As a result, due to the riots of the Withered Lawmen, we didn't see much scenery. When we walked in the civilian area, we could see the Poor Son of the Night huddled in the corner of the street, shivering.

They were already very thin and their eyes were dull.

The transformation into a withered person is probably not far away either.

I heard Hal's "elf wife" Vereny say that she had heard about the luxurious parties, and the magic wine that was as precious as life to the common people was just the most common drink in the gatherings of the upper class.

I heard that those nobles who often drink late at night will play more tricks.

Anyway, based on Verenni’s knowledge, she couldn’t tell more stories about the city.

But the pirate's sight of these poor people in a landless land and his past gaming experience were enough to outline in his mind a picture of Suramar with the upper and lower classes severely torn apart.

This is no paradise.

For these poor people who have nowhere to go, this is a hell from which they cannot escape.

The old elf was huddled on the edge of Yongyue Market, wrapped in a torn blanket. In the chaos where everyone else had heard that the Withered were attacking the city and fled, the old elf who was sitting alone in the shadows, enduring the thirst for magic power, closing his eyes and waiting for death, suddenly I heard something rolling over in front of me.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a bottle of magic wine discarded by someone unknown, rolling towards him.

The old elf looked around in fear. No thugs from the city guard came to beat him, so he quickly grabbed the magic wine in front of him, removed the stopper, and took a sip into his mouth.

It was obvious that he wanted to take a big sip, but in the end he just took a small sip. After allowing his body to regain its mobility, he supported the wall and moved forward bit by bit.

He handed the magic wine in his hand to another female elf who was curled up. The latter took it in her hand, took a small sip, and passed it to the next person.

"Ah, remembering the glorious past."

Blake, who was hiding in the shadows, watched the scene completely and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Everyone in the market has run away, and they don't know how to grab some magic wine. You bastards who are just lying there waiting to die are really just like in the game, you are hopeless.

Too lazy to care about you! "

After saying that, the pirate stood up from the stall next to him and walked towards the Waning Moon Tavern not far away.

A few seconds later, another bottle of magic wine rolled gurglingly to the feet of the old elf. The latter was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and glanced forward. On the unguarded stall, there were three or four bottles of magic wine placed in the most conspicuous place. position.

He swallowed, looked around, trotted over wearing a ragged blanket, held the bottles of wine in his arms, and took them back to distribute to other poor people who had lost everything like him.

"Hmph, I really should let old Gani come over and teach you how humble people should live."

"Forget it, just think that I have good intentions."