MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1860 87. Azeroth, your evil **** is back【

   Chapter 1860 87. Azeroth, your evil **** is back [Plus 1720]

  “呱呱~呱~呱呱la~”

At the moment when the world was wrapped in hurricane waves, in the vicissitudes of the world, on the ruined Xin Aishali Palace on the dark seabed, the little murloc carrying a burden hummed a strange murloc song, Lying on top of the head of a statue of Azshara that had been shaken by an earthquake, clutching a murloc knife in his claws trying to pry the gem off the statue's eye.

   This kind of damned behavior would definitely have been caught by the guards during the peacetime of the empire, but now that the entire new Azali has fallen into ruins and crashed into the sea, it is estimated that no one will pay attention to these trivial matters.

  The whole world is over, who cares about a little idiot who steals things in chaos?

   Of course, the little murlocs are also not short of this gem.

As a fish mythical beast under the seat of the Silent One, plus the commander of the Quala Quala pirate group under the Undead Fleet, and the famous hero of the murloc family, its murloc treasures have already spread all over the seas of Azeroth ten thousand years later. place.

  You don't need to care about money or anything, just enjoy the pure looting fun.

   Just look at the bag behind it.

Use Queen Azshara's luxurious sheets to wrap all kinds of treasures robbed from the Queen's bedroom, necklaces and pendants made of pearls and gems even fall out, and being able to use such things as baggage fully shows that this bad guy is wrapped around his belt. Several of his magic bags are full.

  Even though Azshara has no time to take care of these trivial matters now, what kind of arrogant bandit behavior is this to rob something from the most powerful woman in the world?

   The little fishmen are also very clear about how to distribute these treasures.

   After returning, he first handed over 70% to Blake, and the remaining 30% was shared with his lovers.

You don't need to leave any jewelry in your hands. Anyway, the food and clothing are provided by the owner. Its main job is to make the evil spirits happy, and the second job is to collect as many black materials as possible to satisfy the needs of the animals. The obscene voyeuristic desire of the Lord.

   It does these two tasks very skillfully.

   This is also the main reason why the little murloc has been favored for a long time in the moody Lord Black, who understands the wicked character of Lord Silence better than anyone in the world.

   Just do whatever you want.

  Dark wisdom and so on, I have also learned a lot.

   "Huh?"

The little murloc whistled proudly, and put the ornate gems that he pried down in front of him to appreciate it professionally. Just as he was about to take off the gold headdress of the statue of Azshara, he suddenly felt a strange feeling. Variety.

   Time is accelerating around it.

   It's like plucking yourself out of the normal world. Everything around the seabed is rapidly losing its luster, turning yellow like a faded photo, and turning pale after a few moments.

   The little murloc glanced regretfully at the golden headdress that he didn't get, then turned around and waved his claws to say goodbye to the upper elves behind him who were being implanted with flesh and blood curses and transformed into twisted deep sea naga in the dark abyss.

   It knew that it was time.

   Time to go back to his and Blake's time.

  Speaking of which, this trip is actually quite good, but there are a few places to visit, but there is a lot of fun to see!

   That alone is enough.

  The little murloc took a pile of very obscene photos on his chest, and he thought that the chip pirates would definitely like this "private room photo" of the Sunstrider and Ms. Vashj.

   Time to go to Quel'Thalas for a good price!

   The figure of the murloc disappeared like a collapsed quicksand sculpture on the ruins of the palace on the seabed, and was blown away by a cold and desolate current.

   The return in time travel is faster than ordinary teleportation. In almost a blink of an eye, the little murloc slammed into the cold stone slab of the Well of Fate under the ground of Nartharas Academy.

   The impact ripped apart the bag on the little idiot, and those gorgeous jewelry and luxury items fell everywhere.

   It was like a small golden mountain collapsing, refracting luxurious light in the other light of the magic tide rolling overhead.

   And in the place where the jewels were scattered, the little murloc croaked and got up and shook off the water stains on his body, then raised his head and glanced at the owner, who was standing beside him with a smoking pipe.

   It rolled its eyes, took out the magic suitcase full of good things, and held it in its hands, offering it with both hands like a treasure.

Blake glanced at the treasure that the little murloc had given him. This ill-gotten wealth made him smile a lot. Symbolically, he took a Silmaril from his luggage and threw it in the book, then waved it. He waved his hand and let the little murloc distribute the rest freely.

   This pie made the little idiot snort unpleasantly.

  嘁, it means free distribution, but the captain's share cannot be less, and it still has to be honestly sent to Eudora, the chief steward of the fleet.

   But it doesn't matter, I still have money to earn, thanks to a wave of treasures sent by His Majesty Azshara in the abyss heaven.

   But before leaving, the little fishman didn't forget the "business". He shrewdly handed over a bunch of photos he had hidden to Blake, who blew a smoke ring and took a look at it in his hand.

  Tsk tsk, this shooting angle, this timing, professional!

   The selfless demeanor of Dath'Remar Sunstrider and Lady Vashj, who fell into the astringent hell, was captured incisively and vividly. Not much to say, this thing will definitely sell for a good price in Quel'Thalas.

   "This is your thing, don't forget to take it."

   A low voice came from the other side of the Well of Destiny. The little murloc who was packing up the treasure on the ground looked up and saw that his beloved box of mystery was thrown over.

It croaked and jumped up, took the baby in its claws, made a few slick movements, and carefully placed it in its bulging suitcase, and then strangely confronted Magic Tide and Arcando. Aman'sur, the soul of the Titan, who walked out of the crystal branch of the Tree of Er, gave a courtesy.

   Lord Aman'Thul certainly wouldn't be angry with a murloc.

   He walked slowly with a normal-sized body, stood beside Black, stroked a hanging crystal branch, and said to the pirate:

   "Is it done?"

   "You want to ask about my conversation with Him, right?"

The   crumb pirate rolled his eyes and said:

"I can only say that I have talked to him, and I have said everything that needs to be said. I don't dare to make a conclusion about what kind of result he will get from his thinking in ten thousand years, but based on my understanding of Lord Sargeras, I I don't think he will let us down."

   "Well, how bad can the situation be?"

  The King of the Gods shook his head and said:

   "It's enough to do your best, and in the half month you left, the world has undergone many, many changes. You may be able to see it for yourself, but the march of the Burning Legion among the stars has not stopped.

   Star Saints are constantly traveling between the Twisting Nether and Azeroth, and the loyal Algalon brings back the latest news.

  The loss of Argus makes the demons extremely angry, they are gathering rapidly, the number of demon infiltration incidents discovered in this world has doubled in the last week, and the whole world is a mess. "

   "That's a good thing."

  Blake admired the "**" in his hand, and said casually:

   "It's a good thing to give everyone a little pressure at this time, so that there will be no more idiots who take the crisis warning as a joke, how about you? Are you ready?"

"Um."

  Amansur nodded, the Titan Soul raised his head to look at the sky, the heavy well of fate could not block his eyes, after a few seconds of silence, he said:

   "Eonar will stay at the Tree of Life in Mac'Aree, and Norgannon and I will go to Ulduar to sit, Khaz'gross is in Uldaman, and Gogonath is in Uldum's Temple of Origin.

  When the Burning Legion enters this world, we will activate the defense system built by the Titan creations, and we will also apply our blessings and strengths to the mortal warriors of this world.

   This will be the last battle of the Pantheon in this constellation.

  We will do anything to protect our unborn sisters. "

   "You said such cruel words before the war, it really made me lose confidence in the future war situation."

  Blake complained and put away the ** in his hand.

   He looked at Aman'Thul and said:

   "You'd better survive. Even if the conspiracy of the death force is defeated, the imbalance of the six forces has already begun. If all the supreme creations of the arcane force are killed, things will definitely develop in a more troublesome direction.

   Don't expect everything on me.

  I really want to be the 'mediator' of the Six Forces, but obviously my current strength is not enough. If all goes well, the Eternals will suffer heavy losses, but the new order of the dead world has not yet been established. "

"Oh?"

   Amansur blinked, and the wise Titan Soul quickly understood Black's plan. He said:

   "So, you are going to the Shadow Realm next?"

"certainly."

   Lord Evil God gave a very hypocritical smile, he coughed, pointed to the sky and said:

   "The dark titans came to Azeroth with their swords and troops to trouble me, and any sane conspirators know that it is time to jump off the boat and run away.

   If I had stayed in Azeroth before the war broke out, our great Denathus would have wondered if I was stalking.

  A mature professional worker should dispel the concerns and suspicions of clients in time.

After the arrangement here is almost, I will leave the world of the living and go to the realm of the dead to find a way for myself. I am also very interested in going in and seeing around the Holy Tomb of the Firstborn. .

  I don't want Aggramar to wait too long there, his brain can't play with those dark-hearted guys. "

"Um."

   Aman'Thul didn't say anything, he considered himself to be no match for Black in terms of intrigue.

   If the Silent One has an idea, He is willing to help.

   Facts have proved that this guy is on their side in this conflict. Although he hates it to death when he is against it, it is really a lot of peace of mind to have such a living treasure to help when the real war begins.

   "Okay, I'm going to my wife to soothe my broken heart. I just left a woman who loved me dearly 10,000 years ago, which makes me very uncomfortable now."

  Black took off his head, made a goodbye gesture to Amanthul, and disappeared into the shadows deep in the Well of Destiny talking nonsense.

  In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar, docked at the port of Tol Barad, the first mate Long Seifer is tidying up the cabin here. Although the place is spotless, the long-established habit still makes the first mate Long unable to rest.

   She glanced at the vulgar and gorgeous captain's chair. Seeing no one for half a month made Sefir a little worried and missed.

   She sighed and picked up the rag to wipe off the odd collections of the scrap pirates, but was caught off guard by a guy from behind.

   She put her hands in a place where they shouldn't be placed very obscenely, but the familiar breath made the first officer tremble, and then she said calmly:

"came back?"

"Um."

  Blake, who buried his head in the ends of Sefir's hair, replied with a nasal voice, and the first officer raised his eyebrows and said:

   "What's the matter? You seem very tired, which makes me wonder what you did 10,000 years ago?"

   "Do nothing but what to do."

  Blake hugged his wife in his arms, enjoying the feeling of reassurance, and said lazily:

   "I'm just a little sad"

   "Well, if you could take your hand from my chest, you would have some credibility in what you said."

  Sefir groaned, turned around again, hugged the melancholy Lord Silent in distress, sat on the captain's chair like a child, and let Blake rest his head beside her legs.

   She smoothed the captain's hair and said softly:

   "Is it because of Maiev?"

   "I left her behind, again."

  The pirate closed his eyes and said softly:

   "I really feel like a scumbag with a kidney. I can't wait to kill myself, but I still have important things to do, and I still have you here, like two ends of a rope.

  I don't want to give up on this side, nor on the other side, so I can only let you entangle me.

   The more you wrap it, the tighter it gets. "

   "Did we make you feel bad?"

  Sefir's tone became more gentle.

  Black didn't answer. The next moment, he raised his head, looked at Sefir with bright eyes, and said:

   "Xal'atath senses that I'm back from Draenor, she'll be here in two hours at most, and I still have a lot to say to you, but maybe we can talk in a different way.

   I mean, stop wasting time. "

  “NO!”

   Lord Sefir snorted and said to Black with his hands interlaced:

   "You forgot? My body was decapitated by Aggrama before. This is a fatal wound that cannot be healed, and I can't do something so exciting."

   "What nonsense are you talking about?"

  Blake took off his outside and walked towards the big round bed that was neatly tidied up, he said:

   "Isn't there another 'clothes' in the warehouse? Chromie's eggs are about to hatch, right? This may be the last few kisses you post before you grow up again.

  Are you sure you want to refuse?

   Then I wait for Xalatas to come? "

  “嘁”

   The first mate dragon pouted, waved the quicksand and turned around. She changed her "clothes" in less than a second. She crossed her hips and sprinkled a stream of time magic in the captain's room.

   looked at Black lying on the bed again and said:

   "Before Xal'atas comes, I'm going to take back everything you owe me! That mad woman can't get anything."

   "Stop talking big."

   Lord Evil God watched the over-comprehensive first officer walking over with his waist swaying, he snorted and said:

   "After a while, remember to check the situation of the Nagfar. We will go to the country of death in a while."

"Um?"

   Sefir, who was holding something, raised his head, brushed his hair, and said:

   "To pick up Maiev?"

"Um."

  Blake let out a long sigh of relief. He wanted to put all the exhaustion of the trip out of his mind. He closed his eyes and felt the reassuring tenderness of the first mate, and said in a low voice:

   "Yes, let's go get her back, and kill a few idiots who call themselves 'Gods' by the way."

"boom"

   The door to the captain's room was kicked open.

  The fiery snake beauty screamed and barged in.

   She also had wounds left by forcibly crossing the two worlds space rift, but when she saw the intimate scene of Black and Sefir, the jealous Elder Venerable's eyes suddenly turned red.

   She hurriedly hurried and it was still too late.

   Hard!

   Fist is hard!

   "Shameless dog men and women!"

   His Holiness rushed up with a loud scream, and the next moment made the captain's room jump.

   Well, the day of the evil god-sama's return is really messy as expected.

   (end of this chapter)