Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 321 30. Suramar Uprising (×) Nightborne Pirates (√)——[3540]

(Additional update for Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [10/15])

"Ding"

Under the flickering magic lamp, two badly worn Silver Coins of the Night were thrown on the dilapidated bar.

This was what the pirates had touched on several Nightborne guards when they came here before. Not only those unlucky guards, but also the shipgirl who "led the way" for him walked too carefully, as if she had a high sense of "anti-reconnaissance."

As a result, Black came all the way from Astava Pier, and all the Nightborne guards he met on the way were poisoned.

Anyway, just think of it as practice.

No time wasted either.

With the pirates' current stealing skills, and the chaos caused by the withered spells attacking the city, they could basically reach out to the elves passing by.

But he still has some style.

If you haven't touched the wallets of civilian elves, who is not a thief?

The owner of the Cangyue Tavern, who was wiping his wine glass behind the bar, moved his long ears because of the sound of coins colliding. He turned around quickly and was startled by Blake lying in front of the bar.

It's not that the pirates themselves are incompatible with Suramar.

Black used the Orb of Deception to disguise himself as a "pure" Son of the Night. Even the purple and white clothes on his body were classic styles that had not changed for 10,000 years among the civilians of the Son of the Night.

It will be night again, the light is not very good to begin with, and some flaws can be easily covered up.

What really scared the tavern owner was him.

"Hey, guest, why are you walking silently?"

The tavern owner exclaimed in Salas and said:

"How long has the guest been here?"

"Well, I'll be there when you clean that blue wine glass."

Blake curled his lips, patted the bar table and said:

"Do you have any business like this? Why don't you serve me a few glasses of wine quickly? I don't want magic wine. I'm tired of that stuff. Let's have some elven wine. The older the better, the better."

"this"

The tavern owner's expression was more complicated.

He looked past Blake and looked outside the bar door, then lowered his voice and said:

"Guest, you're not here for a drink, are you? This is your first time at the Waning Moon Tavern, right? Everyone nearby knows that I only have magic wine here."

"So, if the products are so monotonous, how can you start a business?"

Blake wasn't kidding anymore.

He suppressed his smile, knocked on the table, and said to the tavern owner in front of him:

"I was delivering a message for someone. Verenni found her daughter, but she also unexpectedly found many children who had disappeared before. There were more than a dozen of them, all from the Yongyue civilian area.

She wanted to send those children back to the city, and said that Mr. Venser was a good man who was eager to help, so I sent the message for her.

See if we can put the children in foster care with you first. "

"no!"

Elf Fanser's expression immediately became frightened.

He looked at Black, who was wearing a magical disguise in front of him, and said:

"Verenni and her children cannot return to the city. They will be caught as soon as they come back. The Waning Moon Tavern has also been targeted by the guards. Sending those children here will immediately expose the place.

But they can be sent to Zahnar at the junction of Azsuna and Suramar. Last time I heard Aruin say, some of the exiled Nightborne built a city on the ruins there.

Maybe they can be sheltered there."

"Ha! I must have caught you."

Blake slammed the table, and with a malicious look on his face, he took out a city guard captain's insignia from his pocket, threw it on the bar, and beat it a few times to let Venser see it.

The tavern owner turned pale with fright and his body trembled.

"You are disloyal!

How dare you resist the great Archmage Elisande, I will arrest you all and send them to the Night Fortress! The Great Magister will definitely reward me. "

Blake put on a fierce doggy attitude and shouted:

"Maybe today's terrorist attack by the Withered in the city was caused by you rebels! First, take out all your money and all your magic wine!

Then come with me to the trial. "

Every time he said a word, the tavern owner Venser trembled. When he said the word "final judgment", the old elf was already shaky, and he only held on to the bar to prevent him from falling.

He stared at Blake blankly, his eyes with a hint of purple light filled with despair, and sweat appeared on his forehead, which wet the elf's well-combed white hair.

Seeing his embarrassed and frightened look, the pirate was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Fanser up and down and said suspiciously:

"No way, are you so cowardly? How dare you be a 'rebel' with such little courage?"

"I don't want to."

Venser lowered his head, probably feeling that everything was over. His voice became dry and he said tremblingly:

"I just wanted to save some people at the beginning. I didn't expect it to end up in this situation. Please take me away, these things, these things."

The old elf gritted his teeth, raised his head, closed his eyes, assumed a heroic and righteous posture, and said hoarsely:

"I did all these things! It has nothing to do with other people, just catch me."

"But you just said 'Aruin'."

The pirate reached under the counter, took out a bottle of wine, looked at it in his hand, and said in a half-joking tone:

“This proves that your rebel group is not just you.

There are so many homeless poor people gathered on the two streets outside the tavern. It is obvious that the people who have been tortured by the addiction are either humans or ghosts, but they have not yet reached the stage of transforming into withered people.

Someone must be helping them quietly.

Let me guess, at least they get a small glass of Magic Bar every day? To supply so many people, you must have a lot of magic wine hidden here.

But Ms. Elisande has already ordered to control the distribution of magic wine, so the wine you have here must be smuggled. "

Blake pulled up a chair from the side.

He glanced at the increasingly desperate elf Venser and said in a long voice:

"If you are smuggling in Suramar City, there must be more than one gondola girl secretly helping you, and since you can hoard so much magic wine, there may be informants at Dusk Winery, the largest magic wine manufacturer in Suramar. Woolen cloth.

According to Verenni, you have been secretly helping the homeless for more than a day or two. You have been violating Elisande's prohibition, but you have lived peacefully for decades.

There must be someone at the top of the city covering for you and delivering news to you. If you can do so many things by yourself, why open a tavern?

Your 'underground gang' hidden deep in the civilian areas of Suramar is huge, Mr. Venser.

If I uproot you, Ms. Elisande will at least reward me with a large mansion in a wealthy area, and maybe give me some servants and treasures. "

Black chattered a lot.

It seems reasonable, just like a great detective.

But in fact, he has known these things for a long time. He not only knows that the Waning Moon Tavern is the largest "magic wine charity distribution center" in Suramar City, but also knows the operation process of this gang.

When I was doing missions here, I was fooled countless times by the long mission chains issued by these guys. The cost of repairing the equipment left here was absolutely astronomical.

Now that I see these "old friends", if I don't scare them, how can I be worthy of the sins I suffered in this city in the past?

But the more Blake talked, the old elf became less panicked.

After the pirate finished speaking, Venser opened his eyes and looked at Blake in front of him suspiciously. A few seconds later, he glanced at the city guard captain's emblem placed on the table and said hesitantly:

"Your Excellency, you are not a subordinate of the Great Mage, are you?"

"Um?"

The pirate raised his eyebrows, showed a vicious look, and threatened:

"Why do you say that? Am I not worthy of working for the Grand Magister?"

"That's not it."

Venser grinned, the elf patted his heart, and said in a strange tone:

"If all the Great Magister's subordinates were wise characters like you, I estimate that they would have been exiled from Suramar more than thirty years ago. It must be your first time to come to this city, and you don't understand what the city guards do. method.

Those guys don't think about such complicated things.

Every time they come to my place, they only need a few boxes of magic wine to get rid of them, and they won't ask. If they suspect that I have a problem, I will be taken away and tortured directly.

But since I have been providing them with magic wine on time all these years, if something really happens, they will inform them in advance. "

"Are the lower classes so corrupt?"

The pirate said with emotion:

"No wonder a group of withered warriors attacked and disrupted the city like this. Tsk tsk, just think about it. After ten thousand years of peace, the martial virtues of the Children of the Night have long since deteriorated."

"The Grand Magister's troops stationed in the Dark Night Fortress are still very elite. After all, they have no shortage of magic wine. But the city defense army guards are different. In the past two hundred years, their magic wine quota has been cut.

They are still loyal, but loyalty cannot be drunk as wine. "

The tavern owner Venser said softly and returned the emblem in his hand to Black. He glanced outside the door and said to Black in a low voice:

"So, guest, where did you come from? Outside the city? Did you help save my friend Verenni and those children?"

"Well, I'm from across the sea."

Blake stopped pretending and made his identity clear, but did not get rid of the disguise.

He said to Venser:

“I came here this time to assure you that you are safe, don’t worry about Verenni and those children, they will be taken care of properly, and by the way, I would like to express my goodwill to you ‘resisters’.

Also, I have a little question.

The fear you had just now was not an act. I could hear your frantic heartbeat. You were really scared. But why are you so cowardly involved in such a dangerous thing?

You know, once your affairs are discovered by Elisande, you will be used as a "negative example" to resist her rule, and the end will not be good. "

The pirate's question made the tavern owner hesitate.

After several seconds, he spoke:

"I just want to help some poor people.

In the past thousand years, the price of magic wine has been rising, and it has exceeded the price that ordinary people can use daily, but the Sha'dorei cannot do without this liquid infused with magic power.

When guests come over, they must have seen those helpless people on the street corners.

It was not their fault that they became addicted to magic, but they lost everything because of it, spending their last bits of property on the magic wine they relied on to survive.

I have seen too many people who were kicked out of the city to fend for themselves due to the outbreak of magic addiction. There are also my friends among them. When they can't stand it anymore, they only need a small glass of magic wine to avoid their fate. .

I didn't have time to save my friends, but I could save them when they needed it.

Just a small glass of wine.

Haha, the guests are from outside the city. The guests may not understand our life here. Please don't listen to those nonsense rumors that the Waning Moon Tavern is the base camp of the rebels.

The truth is not that complicated. "

The old elf sighed and whispered:

"I'm not a 'rebel', I'm not that great. I'm just trying to save lives within my power. I just need to give them a glass of wine, and maybe I can save a family."

"Yeah?"

Blake blinked, propped his chin on his hand, and said to Venser:

"But that's not what Verenni said. She said that you are an important leader of the rebels in the city, and many people will obey your orders."

"I don't know why it's like this."

The bar owner spread his hands and said with a bitter look:

"I was just doing what I thought I should do, and unknowingly it became what it is now. The boat girls took the initiative to help, and the master winemaker of Twilight Winery also turned a blind eye to our smuggling behavior. Only one eye.

In the end, even the brotherhoods in the city came to the door and wanted to join in the smuggling.

Said it was to make money.

But many times, in order to protect the smuggling network, they secretly fought with gangsters and swindlers in wealthy areas. As word spread, everyone began to talk about the 'rebels'.

They all respect me.

But they don’t know that every time I hear this word, I am so scared that I can’t sleep.

I really don't know how to lead them.

I just have to keep doing my thing. "

"Hahahaha, everything starts like this. No one can actively choose the script of life."

Blake laughed and said:

"They think you are very reliable, and they voluntarily regard you as their leader. They want to put the crown on your head, and they don't even give you a chance to refuse. But Fanser, you have been targeted by the city guards.

I think you know this yourself. Your small group has ushered in the most dangerous moment. Perhaps soon, your inexperience will be uprooted.

Let me give you a suggestion. "

The pirate took out his skull flask, twisted it away, and took a sip of wine.

Under a few dim magic lights in the tavern, he pursed his lips and said to the old elf in front of him:

"You have a premonition of danger, but you don't know how to respond. You want to do the right thing, but you don't know where to start. You have power, but you don't know how to use it.

You realize that Suramar City needs a change, but you don't know how to start it, let alone how to intervene.

You need someone who is experienced and strong enough to lead you, whether you want to survive or become a true 'rebel'.

Yes.

you need me

Come.

Join my fleet. "