Shadow Trails in Azeroth

When Anarris Yuejun, who was covered in blood, walked out of the ruined tower carrying something, Maimu's orc pirates and a group of spider elves had already completed cleaning up the ruins of Zahnar.

It wasn't that easy.

There were six to seven hundred Nightborne exiles in the ruins. It would take some time for the orcs, who were extremely powerful in combat, to break in through the tunnels they had dug long ago.

The problem is that a civil unrest just broke out here.

The children of the night are superstitious that the magic shield outside the ruins can protect them, but the cruel reality tells these exiles that not every magic shield is as strong as Suramar's magic wall.

In the big explosion caused by the Blue Dragon Girl's all-out explosion, which overloaded all four energy columns of the magic shield at once, the orcs rushed into the ruins and barely encountered any decent resistance.

Of course, the orcs didn't kill people randomly.

Because His Excellency the Commander said that these children of the night should be kept as cannon fodder.

In the Immortal Fleet, Black's orders are the absolute code of conduct. Even the Beihai fanatics who have joined for the shortest time now no longer dare to resist the commander's majesty.

"The good news is that your men are still there and they didn't have time to be killed."

Maimu, whose armor was still stained with blood, strode over with his one-handed sword in hand, and said sarcastically to the silent Anares:

"The bad news is that because of your reckless behavior, several of the Yue Lord servants you brought here have died. They died of excessive bleeding. The tauren have strong vitality, so they are better off."

"Thanks."

Anares spoke in inaudible human language.

Maimu looked shocked. He thought he heard wrongly. What happened? This arrogant girl in front of me who always looks at people from the corner of her eyes has changed.

What torture had she suffered?

"Captain Maim, can you help me gather those die-hard fans of Ailes?"

The girl from Yue County raised her head, tried her best to show a smile on her blood-stained face, and said in a gentle tone:

"By the way, bring here the rebels who obey my orders."

"OK."

The orcs glanced at the Nightborne elves with strange eyes. He turned around and shouted a few words to the pirates behind him. Immediately, the orcs roughly dragged those who resisted them toward the center of the ruins.

Soon, within ten minutes, forty or fifty Ailes loyalists who had been slashed and knocked down were gathered together.

The powerful orc pirates carrying various weapons were guarding them.

Amares Yuejun, who had changed his clothes, strode over under the protection of his six scarred Highmountain tauren bodyguards.

She was dressed in a pirate style.

Wearing a white shirt, black trousers, wearing hunting blood, wearing a windbreaker, hair tied with a red scarf, a sheathed black dagger and a musket used by pirates were stuck in his waist.

Just like that, he strode up to the group of Ailes loyalists and threw what he was holding in front of them without any nonsense.

It was the head of Ailes, and it was also in a terrible state of death. The left eye had become a bloody hole, and the roar before death still remained on the face. The ferocious look made the head even more terrifying.

"I, Anarres Moonshire, a great noble from Suramar, now take over the rule of the ruins of Zahnar."

The girl from Yue County who always liked to publicize her identity in the past was a little less interested now and said her last name in a hasty and perfunctory manner.

Asked the woman who was an exile from the Nightborn in front of her and glared at her:

"Ailes, who treated you like slaves, is dead. You are all a group of exiles. You can't go back to Suramar.

Will you follow me? "

"You murdered the prince!"

The weak child of the night screamed:

"You are not worthy of leadership"

"boom"

A lead bullet flew from close range and shattered her head.

Most of the skull exploded and something disgusting spewed out, frightening the children of the night who were still trying to scold Anarres.

The pointed ears that were torn off and flew out hit an old elf behind him on the cheek. The latter rolled his eyes and fainted from fright. The orc next to him sneered and poured a bucket of water on him, forcing him to wake up.

"wrong answer."

Yuejun forced himself to speak in an indifferent tone.

Then he threw the musket that was still emitting green smoke to the strong tauren behind him, and took a loaded musket from the latter's hand.

Her hands stopped shaking.

This is good news.

The bad news is that the legs are still shaking.

But it doesn't matter, she should get used to it soon.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the forehead of the second Son of the Night, held firmly by his wrist. Anares looked at him and said word by word:

"Would you like to follow me?"

"I do! Long live the Yuejun family!"

——

"She's going to be a great captain. I see in her that kind of ruthlessness that only pirates have, that's how it should be.

We are despised pirates, and cold-bloodedness is our tradition. "

On the abandoned tower in the ruins of Zachnar, Blake held a bottle of wine in his hand and leaned on the abandoned railing in front of him, admiringly watching Anares perform her "pirate ritual."

He drank some wine and said in a satisfied tone:

"As long as she is lucky and doesn't die in a raid or rebellion, with her scheming and skills, she will become the Pirate King of the elves sooner or later.

The best part is, she lives a long time.

This is great.

I have another public 'ancestral elf' in my fleet. "

"I do not understand."

Beside Blake, Little Star was looking at the scene below with disgust, and reached out her hand to cover her beloved baby dragon Emmygosa to prevent it from seeing the bloody scene.

The blue dragon girl looked at the proud Blake, frowned and asked:

"I saw clearly what you just did. You appeared from the shadows and killed the dirty guy who called himself a prince with one sword.

Letting you handle these things will definitely be much faster than leaving it to the elf of the Night.

You obviously have a faster and more convenient way, why do you have to leave these things to them? "

"What a stupid question, my little girl."

The pirate said without looking back:

"Yes, I can easily end this matter. But why should I do this? If I can do everything by myself, then what is the point of building this fleet?

I heard a proverb among the ancient Pandaria panda people, saying that a sword in the hand of a swordsman can kill ten people. An army in the hands of a general can destroy a city.

But the rage in a king's heart can easily destroy a country and wipe out millions of lives.

You only saw the sword in my hand, easily piercing that dirty thing. But they didn't see the other sword I had hidden in the scabbard, which was them.

These stinky pirates you despise."

Blake raised his head, drank tons of wine in his hand, and then slammed the bottle downwards.

The sound of the wine bottle breaking sounded like a signal.

Maim gestured to Anares, who silently stepped aside. The orcs raised their weapons and slashed at the necks of the remaining idiots who could not see the situation clearly with a grin.

In just a moment, more than thirty children of the night returned to hell.

But Blake was no longer in the mood to watch.

After he dropped the bottle, he turned around, picked up the dwarf pipe, and patted the little star on the shoulder who was standing there, frowning at the scene.

He said drunkenly:

"I will teach you this principle for free today, my junior, as a symbol of the beginning of our friendship. Next time you learn dark wisdom from me, remember to bring enough money."

Blake whistled loudly into the sky, and the hippogryph flying high in the sky responded with joy. It fell down like the wind and touched the pirate's arm affectionately with its antlers.

The latter chuckled, turned over and sat on the saddle, and flew in the direction of the Nagfar amid the roar of the beast in the sky.

It's been out too long.

If he doesn't go back to make up classes, Dean Lan Yue will probably go crazy.

Well.

Hopefully he was drunk enough today to help him get through the tough time in class.

"Wow"

The icy wind blew from behind and rolled around the pirate. The coldness made him wake up quickly. He glanced above his head. Stellagosa, who had transformed into a young dragon, was spreading her blue wings and rising from Black's head. Fly up and over.

The young dragon lowered its head and gave Blake an unfriendly look.

She also has to go to class.

Today is her first class in Dean Lanyue's classroom, so she can't be late.

A few hours later, the dizzy Captain Black held the homework accumulated in the past two or three days with a desperate look on his face, and returned to his captain's cabin with a sigh.

First mate Sephiel, who was holding back a smirk, had already prepared a quill and ink for him to answer the questions.

Blake sat on his vulgar and ornate captain's chair, picked up his quill, opened the first paper and looked at it.

Well, he is indeed Dean Lanyue.

In just a few days, he replaced the original arcane exercises with magic knowledge questions from the warlock series according to his aptitude, and also thoughtfully prepared shadow and evil flame magic for Blake.

She knew that her disciple was not good at evil magic.

"Oh, if it's these exercises, I won't be sleepy."

The captain suddenly felt relieved. He whistled and began to answer the questions. He was still somewhat confident in the warlock's magic.

"Captain, the Spider Elf has just sent back the news that Anarres has taken the Nightborn exiles to the coast. Eudora will drive the Alpaca to pick them up."

Seifer was a very competent first mate, reporting the fleet's situation to Blake.

she says:

"But Eudora complained to me, saying that the Alpaca had already installed those low-quality golems, and had allocated a deck for the spider elves to use as a lair. Now that we add these children of the night, there is not enough space. .

The goblins' aircraft can only be placed on the top deck, which will be very troublesome if they get caught in the rain.

We may need a ship as big as the Alpaca. "

"Let Eudora handle this little thing by herself."

Blake said without raising his head:

"Buy it from the turtle people, they should have a few big troll ships.

In addition, there are mages now, so after our operations in Northrend are over, let Eudora take some time to return to the Voldun Desert.

Ship the treasures from Treasure Island back to Tol Barad.

If you take the Nagfar to escort you, it will be the funds promised to Narsalas College. Dean Lanyue will definitely be very interested in it. "

"OK."

Sephiel wrote this down in his little notebook and complained to Black:

"Captain, the sea giant you found is so delicious. Nat complained to me before that he and Hal had to fish non-stop all day long to satisfy the big man's bottomless abyss-like appetite.

The sea giant is too big to go with the ship. We are going to Northrend later, should we let it follow us all the way under the sea? "

"No, no, no, Gork is going to send him back to Tol Barad."

Blake raised his head and said to Sephiel:

"Not only the sea giants have to be sent back, but the orcs of Maimu and the spider elves of Oraxis also have to be sent back. The defense force there is a bit weak.

I am a little worried about relying on snake people.

The blue dragon will help open the portal in this matter. I had made an agreement with Eldagosa on the day we left Azsuna.

Alas, speaking of it, Azuna's matter has basically come to an end, but I always feel that something else may happen. "

The pirate touched his chest superstitiously.

He said half-complainingly, half-concernedly:

“My intuition is very accurate.

Every time things go well, something goes wrong. Things in Azsuna, whether it's Narthalas College, the Blue Dragons, or the Nightborne Exiles, have gone too smoothly.

I guess something big is going to happen next. "

"What big thing could happen to this shitty place?"

Sephiel rolled his eyes and said:

"You have taken care of the most difficult group of ten-thousand-year-old ghosts. The captain and the Nagas have also withdrawn, leaving only the blue dragons in the Blue Wing Habitat.

Even if something happens, we still have the support of the old blue dragon.

It is blessed by the power of Azsuna's magic network, and it has the power of a demigod. We are not afraid of Azshara! "

"Want to make a bet? What we have experienced is just an appetizer for our trip to Azsuna. The main meal is coming soon."

The pirate looked at his first mate who had no sense of crisis at all, and said:

"Just bet ten gold coins, do you want to play?"