Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 594 147. Tools, take action, or I will kick your ass with this boot! -【230】

(Additional update for Humen Yan Brothers, I can’t write the title anymore.)

The selection of pirate recruits in Violet Prison has entered the final stage. After the remaining dozen people witnessed the tragic fate of the losers in the previous ten minutes, they all had red eyes and looked at each other as if they were the enemy who killed their father. .

But they actually didn't have any deep hatred for each other, they were just forced to kill each other by the stinky pirates.

This method is evil, but effective.

Especially after witnessing the big angry guard demon devouring the loser's soul, the trembling from the soul filled the remaining people with fear of this painful and torturous death.

What fear inspires is sometimes not courage, but dark cruelty.

But all this has nothing to do with Blake. He doesn't even bother to look at those scum fighting for survival. Anyway, he came to Violet Prison to take these guys away just to serve the next big thing.

It’s the same no matter who you choose to take away.

Blake was currently busy communicating with another weird guy in the prison, the Riptide Elemental who was trapped in a magical cage in the prison sewers.

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The pirate raised his head and looked at the torrent water element in front of him, which was more than three meters tall, covered in ice-blue ice blade armor, and holding a flowing water sword and an elemental shield.

He cleared his throat and spoke a series of weird elemental languages, just like the roars of wild people to greet each other. Others could not understand this communication at all.

But the torrent water element understood.

After Blake greeted him with a friendly greeting, the torrent elemental, which was suspended quietly above the water in the sewer, swayed its weird head made of ice suspiciously.

It seems a little unclear, why does this human being still speak elemental language?

Then, Torrent Elemental slowly spoke:

It doesn't have to be like this, human pirate, I have been imprisoned in this prison for a long time, and I was forced to learn your language.

Then you should have told me earlier!

Blake rubbed his throat and said dissatisfied:

Using human vocal cords to speak elemental language hurts your throat, okay? If you say it a few more times, my throat will be broken. You evil-minded water elemental, I have started to hate you before we have even made friends. .”

I don't have a good impression of humans.

The riptide element didn't care about the pirate atmosphere. It answered with the weird sound of the water waves forming, like the tide lapping against the rocks:

It was you who inexplicably summoned me from the Throat of the Abyss to the material world. The arrogant spellcasters were not satisfied with enslaving ordinary water elements, and wanted to develop evil methods to enslave torrent elements like me.

But I don’t want to stay in your world at all!

The great Tidehunter still awaits my service.

However, I saw your noble move to release the prisoners, so, human, will you release me? You will gain the friendship of the water elementals of Hydrasia!

But what I want is something more valuable than 'friendship', respected Riptide Warrior.

Blake spread his hands and said to the torrent element in front of him:

I just looked through the prisoner list of Dalaran. I know that your name is Ekron and you are a powerful elemental warrior. You may not know that I admire the power of the elemental army.

My favorite elemental lord is His Majesty Neptulon the Tidehunter.

I never think about opening the elemental realm, releasing my great Tidehunter into the material world, and giving it the entire Endless Sea as a new territory.

In fact, I'm already planning this.

I found an elemental friend to convey my thoughts to His Majesty the Tidehunter, but His Majesty was busy managing his loyal Maw of the Abyss and never responded to me.

I will release you, Riptide Elemental.

But you have to agree to bring me a message to the tide hunters. When I execute my crazy plan, I need the cooperation of the tide hunters in the elemental realm.

Of course, this is a reasonable request.

The torrent element swayed its body, creating waves, and said in a loud voice:

I will definitely pass on your message.

No! You swear first.

How could a pirate be so shrewd as to fall for such perfunctory words?

He stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, and said to the torrent element in front of him:

Swear in the name of Tide Hunter, you will help me unconditionally, and then I will release you and find a way to send you back to the Throat of the Abyss.

You have to understand that if I want to send you back when the elemental territory is stable, I have to find a legendary shaman.

This thing is very rare in the eastern continent.

Hey, humans with dark hearts always regard all promises as deals that can be broken, but the promises of our water elements are as firm as the endless sea.

The Riptide Elemental Ekron first despised the stinking pirate's dark thoughts, and then reluctantly swore an oath in the name of the Tidehunter in the elemental language in front of the pirate at the pirate's repeated request.

Well, this oath actually has no actual binding force, and the elemental monarch is not a regular god. It is impossible for reciting the name to bring some indescribable divine power.

In the material world, the only thing that can have substantial binding force on elemental creatures is the elemental contract of shamans.

Just like the warlock summoning demons and the hunter's war beasts, the shaman and the elemental creatures can share power through the connection of supernatural power.

However, compared to warlocks and hunters, the connection between shaman and elements is a bit more complicated.

This is also the most criticized aspect of the shaman profession. Almost all of their power comes from serving the elemental spirits, and it is difficult for them to dominate it themselves.

When the element is in a good mood, give it more strength.

When the element is in a bad mood, it will be difficult for the shaman to exert his power. Even if he does something wrong in the eyes of the element, a shaman will be abandoned by the willful element and become a useless person.

This is also the reason why the ancient tradition of shamanism has not been able to be carried forward.

To be a shaman means to follow the commandments of the elements.

But on the other hand, if you are good at talking and winning the favor of the elemental spirits, these willful guys will give you unimaginable power.

For example, Drek'Thar, the legendary shaman of the Frostwolf clan, can single-handedly set off a giant blizzard covering the entire Alterac Valley.

That is already the power to control the weather.

The blizzard magic that can cover a small town at most is higher than that of the archmages. It's so high that I don't know where it is.

Unfortunately, the elements are not easy to deceive either.

They prefer people with pure hearts to become their shamans, so bad-hearted bastards like pirates should not even think about following the path of shamans.

On his first day as a shaman, he was probably disgusted, abandoned, or even cursed by the elemental spirits because of his lies.

However, Blake asked a torrent water elemental to swear an oath in the name of the Tide Hunter. Although it was not binding, for the water elemental, this was an oath that could not be broken.

Once the hunted tides know that they are doing whatever they want in the name of the ruler of the Throat of the Abyss, the King of Water Elemental will not let them go.

Tidehunters rule the realm of the water element with more than just kindness.

Okay, now that the oath has been made, it's time for us to leave.

After Blake finished listening to Eculon's oath, he snapped his fingers backward, and Zarak and Kanrisade, who were guarding in front of the magic cage switch, simultaneously turned on the inconspicuous dark red crystal lamp on the wall.

Twisting outward from left to right, the magic barrier that bound Eculon quickly dissipated.

This strange water element rode a small tide and rushed out of the sewer. In an instant, most of the prison hall was submerged. Under Blake's command, it rolled up the blood and corpses on the ground and threw them into the sewer.

It was as if they were thrown into the toilet, and thrown into the sewer sewage pool of Dalaran in the swirl of the water. This scene made the smelly pirate's eyes widen, and a simple thought came to his mind:

Maybe he should recruit some water elements to join his fleet, so that they can do the job of wiping the deck, and his fleet can always stay clean and fresh.

But thinking about it on the other hand, doesn't this mean that the lazy ones under his command can be lazy openly?

This is not possible!

Forget it, let's let the water element go and let those pathetic bastards stick their butts out and wipe the deck.

All of you are now trainee pirates in the Immortal Fleet. Now listen to me. I want to give you the first order to landlubber sailors.

On the high platform leaving the prison, Blake hit the ground with the black scythe in his hand, making a banging sound. He shouted to the bastard scum in front of him, who were all filled with blood and murderous intent:

I think you are all guessing why I want to release you. The answer is very simple! I have a lot of treasures to take away, but I don't have enough manpower, so I can only temporarily find a group of pretty good cannon fodder to help me transport them.

Now each of my men will receive three magic bags from my men. I don't care where you go to find them. When you leave Dalaran, I must see that each of you has three big bags filled with valuable treasures!

Dalaran is now completely undefended. Banks, libraries, treasure houses, and mage towers are all available for you to take your wealth.

I have pushed open the door of the treasury of this city that exudes wealth. Valuable treasures are scattered everywhere. How much you can take away and how much you can pick up depends on your ability.

The pirate let out a long, evil laugh, waved his hands to the group of scum in front of him and said:

Of course, of course, I am also a bastard. I know how villains think. You must be calling me a fool in your heart. It doesn't matter. You can just run away!

As long as you can escape alive on your own, that's your skill.

I will never cause any trouble to you.

He raised a finger and waved it in front of the eyes of the scum who stood out from the cruel selection, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

He said:

But as long as you feel that you can't survive and want to come to me so that you can escape, remember, each person has three pockets full of treasures!

That is your ‘proof of joining’.

If you can't get it, there is no need for the devil to kill you, I will be happy to chop you losers to death with my own hands!

Finally, don’t even think about taking my treasure and defecting to other forces.

Let me make it clear, in Dalaran now, only my fleet will accept you, a group of scum stained with the smell of blood.

So, for the sake of my career and the future of the fleet, work hard to plunder, landlubbers.

After saying that, the pirate turned around, taking his shadow element Zulamat and torrent element Ekron, guarded by the soul-feasting angry guard Clinflan, and a group of warlocks from the Narthalas Academy. The apprentices leave the prison.

The troll and Bandakuru who followed behind them sneered triumphantly, took out a lot of empty magic bags that the captain had just given to him, and threw them on the ground, waiting for those scum to take them.

These large bags with uniform styles were specially made from the magic tailor shop in Suramar for today's great robbery.

Sturdy and durable, it will not be damaged no matter how many things are packed in it.

All the little mages in the prison had long since escaped. Once Black's forces retreated, only a group of scumbag prisoners who had just experienced cannibalism were left.

The door to the Violet Prison is open right in front of them. As long as they are willing, they can leave here by lifting their feet.

But no one will move.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Some of them were still wiping the blood on their bodies. There were also two frightened little dwarfs hugging each other and crying. The cry was extremely harsh.

Several fallen arakkoa from Draenor who were imprisoned here chattered in their language for more than ten seconds. Finally, under the leadership of a fallen arakkoa priest who was carrying a burning staff, these fallen arakkoa walked lamely and had bird heads. The weird guy with a human body took three magic bags each and was the first to walk out of the prison.

The big, round-waisted ogre prisoner looked around, then stood up and picked up his luggage, found a warhammer for himself in the prison's guard armory, and left carefully.

There was a commotion among the remaining prisoners.

Some looked down upon the luggage thrown in front of them, while others cautiously took a few with them.

Soon they were all gone, leaving only the frightened Mana Storm couple and the lava dog lying in its lair, having eaten its fill and sleeping soundly.

Mirphis Manastorm, who had been pretending to cry, raised her head and looked around.

This cunning, smart, bad-tempered female dwarf jumped out of her husband's arms and threw a weird, sparkling electric arc collar to her incompetent husband.

She put her hands on her hips and shouted to Milhouse Manastorm:

Get up quickly, use your weak magic, and put this thing on the neck of that lava dog Ravensolger. This is an electric shock collar I made based on the principle of the 'brainwashing hat'.

With it, we can control the big dog.

There are demons outside, and there is no way we can get out with just the two of us. But with this violent lava dog, our chances of survival are greatly improved.

You actually hid something. You are such a cunning and vicious woman, you are really my little sweetheart.

Milhouse laughed and stood up, giving his bad wife a hard kiss on the cheek, but soon, a somewhat off-kilter dwarf high-level mage ran back scratching his head.

He waved the electric shock collar in his hand, pointed at the lava dog lying there sleeping soundly, and said with an embarrassed look on his face:

That thing has two heads, and we only have one collar. How can we control it?

Can't we just cut off one?

Milfis lowered her head to arrange her ray gun and said without raising her head:

You idiot.

No, I have a better idea.

A strange light shone in Milhouse Manastorm's eyes.

He tiptoed, and when her wife wasn't paying attention, he clicked the collar around his wife's neck, and then snatched the controller from Milfis' hand.

Hahaha, I asked you to throw a mechanical squirrel on my bed! That thing is driving me crazy. You crazy woman, don't even think about using me to feed the lava dogs. When we run out, I will teach you a lesson.

Besides, I'm not stupid.

We don't need to control this vicious dog at all, we just need to let it out to fight the devil, and we can pick up enough good things by following it.

The big bad guy said no one in the city would accept us, but he was wrong.

No one will accept them!

They're all a bunch of scum, but I'm not!

I am an official mage registered by the Kirin Tor, a truly decent person. Those scum know nothing. Only insiders know where the real good things in Dalaran are!

Let's go, my soon-to-be-behaved wife, let's make some money out of the chaos first, and then join the six-member council.