Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 593 146. Bu Laike's unique persuasion skills-adding more for the Humen Yan Brothers [130]

"Captain, what a waste."

Bu Laike contracted the shadow element, and he felt that it was not a loss, but the giant magician Zarak behind him had a painful expression on his face.

He kept complaining to the pirates:

"The number of demons contracted by each warlock is limited, my wise captain, our mortal souls are too fragile, and too many demon contracts will overwhelm us.

Each of our demon servants must be carefully selected, which is what you taught us, but you yourself violated this warlock code.

I can't see the use of this shadow element. I heard the evil eye analyze it for me. The destructive power of the void walkers is too bad, and their intelligence is also poor. They are not as easy to use as other demons.

They are indeed loyal, but commanding them to take something takes three or five times."

"Shut up, I have my own plan. Voidwalkers are very useful, you idiots don't understand. Men can't pursue fierceness one-sidedly. In addition to being fierce enough, endurance must also be considered.

Very fast is not a good sign.

Only by being durable enough can you persist enough in fierce battles and achieve a hearty victory. "

Bu Laike waved his hands and explained a few words to his incompetent subordinates, but he didn't intend to explain more. The bastard warlocks only know that they gain wisdom after suffering.

"Where is the talent you found for me?"

Bu Laike asked.

"It's just ahead, Captain, see the outermost cage? He's inside."

Zarak pointed to the magic cage in the corner ahead, and said to his evil captain:

"Just now, the cage in the prison suddenly lost its supply of magic power. Everyone ran out, but he was the only one who didn't move at all. That guy seems to really regard this place as his 'home', and he doesn't plan to leave here at all."

"You just said he was my 'old acquaintance'?"

The pirate raised his feet and walked that way, the huge, dark and silent voidwalker Zuramat following faithfully behind Braike.

Its elemental body is like a large marshmallow or a large water droplet, while walking in suspension, occasionally a few energy sparks will erupt when the tail end of the lower body touches the ground.

When you get close to it, you can hear the sound of a water pump pumping water.

It was the sound of Bo Laike's new minions drawing shadow energy from the dark crystal.

The energy gathering of the Atama crystal is completely enough for Zuramat to complete the evolution of the ethereal lord, and the skull of Gul'dan soaked in the body of the shadow element can also make this damaged magic weapon recover better.

Facing the pirate's inquiry, the treacherous troll nodded, and whispered:

"He did know you, Captain, and he fought you, when you were weak, in the Hillsbrad Foothills. It was the time of war, and you and your companions defeated him with your dark wisdom .

I heard from other people in the prison that when he first came, he shouted all day long to kill and wash away his shame. At first he was very irritable, but then he calmed down somehow, and he stayed in the cage all day long as if he was dead.

A lot of gangs tried to recruit him, but he strangled everyone they sent, and then they ignored him, which is a complete weirdo. "

"Huh? The guy I defeated? Why don't I remember?"

Bu Laike blinked and said:

"I'm getting more and more curious. It seems that this guy is lucky if he is defeated by me."

As he spoke, he quickened his pace, walked to the edge of the cage and glanced inside, and found an orc sitting inside, an orc with a strange blue-gray skin instead of green skin.

Sitting cross-legged in the shadow of the cage, he was obviously larger than an ordinary orc, with a braided beard under his bald head.

"Ha, so it's you."

The pirates recognized the guy immediately.

Indeed, this is his "old acquaintance" and the guy that Bo Laike remembers deeply. On the night when the pirates participated in the orc war and ambushed Old Dahl Triple Bloodblade, he was almost slashed by this guy.

"Lantresor Burning Blade!"

Bu Laike accurately said the name of the orc, but the latter remained unmoved, turned his back to him, and kept sitting cross-legged in the dark cage, as if he was meditating.

This reaction made the pirate frowned. He thought for a while, and then said:

"Hey, you impolite Haverson, stand up for me, bastard! It was because of me that you lost your chance to escape back to Dellano, and now I'm here to release you.

It's fine if you don't smile at me, at least give me some reaction. "

"roll."

Sure enough, the orc responded, but unfortunately it wasn't the kind that Laike wanted.

Such "coldness" made the pirate very dissatisfied. He stepped into the cage, and Zarak next to him immediately made a gesture of following him to the death, but his feet did not move.

The reason why the captain dared to go in was because the captain was a man of high skill and boldness, and a humble giant magician would not dare to pretend like this.

This orc sword master may not be able to kill the captain, but in this small space, it is probably not a big problem to strangle a high-level warlock with a knife in his hand.

Showing loyalty to the leader is a necessary skill in the workplace, but actively seeking death is not the survival rule for warlocks.

"It's been almost a year since the war ended. You've been locked up here for so long, haven't you realized any philosophy of survival? For example, how precious freedom is."

The pirate walked into the cage and said:

"You see, there is no deep hatred between us to be honest. I killed your old chieftain, and you almost killed me. The one who defeated you was Halduron, the elf ranger. That guy is now a ranger lord, maybe he can become a ranger in the future What about the general?

His success is also due to your failed assist. Seeing how good he is now, you don't want to take revenge or something?

I can help. "

"Not interested, say it again, get out!"

The orc Juggernaut still didn't respond much. This guy seemed to have been fooled, which made the pirates very dissatisfied.

Ignoring Lantresor's warning, he took another step forward and said:

"Your clan is finished, I heard that the Burning Blade clan has been expelled by the orcs, and now when they count the major clans, the Burning Blade is not counted.

Your heritage relics are lost, your chieftain is dead, and several sons and daughters of Old Dal are missing, the most famous of whom is a warlock named Nirru Burning Blade.

Working under Chief Red of Blackrock Spire, I heard that Warlock is ambitious to rebuild the Burning Blade Clan.

You don't care? "

"I'm not a member of the Burning Blade clan, and I'm not accepted by them, even if I help them kill people and help them win wars. But in their eyes, I'm still a half-breed.

Old Dahl picked me up only to train me into a weapon. "

The orc sword master whispered in the shadows with a deep voice:

"I have repaid his kindness, I paid for his upbringing with my freedom and my dignity, I am not a juggernaut, I am not a warrior, I am just a prisoner who has lost his past and has no past.

I'm tired of the war and the journey to find approval, I just want to spend the rest of my life in this quiet place.

You don't have to explain 'freedom' to me, I'm a man with nowhere to go.

The outside world is the prison for me. "

"It's easy!"

Bu Laike's eyes lit up, and he said softly:

"As for me, I have a small fleet, and a group of incompetent followers. Together, we have formed a warm and comfortable 'Pirate House', determined to provide a shelter for all those who have nowhere to go.

We are professional in this field.

You can go to my place with me and try it first, trust me, you will like that place. A good man should fight the sea in his life, make achievements in the endless sea, and achieve fame."

"Don't waste your time."

The tone of the orc sword master became sarcastic, and he said:

"I have nowhere to go because I don't want to go anywhere, not because I can't find a place to accept me! Everyone I strangled before you, like you, passionately tried to provide me with a 'new home' '.

Your rhetoric is the worst of them all.

Do you really think that a real sword master would leave everything behind to become a lowly pirate? "

"Okay, I don't mind you calling my profession 'dirty', and I don't care if everyone calls us that. But you said you're a 'true sword master'.

I'm afraid that someone will question it. "

Bu Laike rubbed his helmet with a regretful tone, he took out something from the luggage, and stuck it behind Lantresor with a bang.

The sound of the sharp blade rubbing against the masonry, piercing the ground like butter, made the orc sword master, who had been on his back, suddenly stand up.

He turned his head to look at Sankesu, the flaming blade thrust into the ground by Bu Laike, with complex emotions in his eyes.

Once, when he was young, he heard countless times from his clansmen about the legend of this sword master's blade.

Once, when he was rejected by his tribe, he also fantasized that one day he would be able to win the approval and follow of everyone with Sankesu in his hand.

There is no orc who does not know this sword, which is the most sacred object in the hearts of all sword masters.

But now, this sword doesn't have much meaning to Lantresor.

He told Bo Laike that he no longer needed the sword to prove his blood, and he no longer had a clan to protect and command.

"please."

Bu Laike took a step back, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture to Lantresor Burning Blade in front of him, and he said:

"Take it with you, go anywhere you want, do whatever you want, as long as you can get out of this city. Oh, yes, I have always treasured these things, and I think I may use them someday superior."

The pirate opened his bag containing sundries, took out an old and bloody Burning Blade banner from inside, and threw it in front of the orc sword master.

He spread his hands and said:

"But don't blame me for not reminding you, there is a very powerful guy who is also looking for this sword, I don't want it to cause me trouble again, so I leave this trouble to you.

It can be regarded as 'return to the original owner'.

Although the heir to the Juggernaut Blade chosen by Old Dahl may not be you, but to be honest, I think you are very qualified to hold this flaming holy sword.

It is precious.

So don't get robbed. "

After finishing speaking, the pirate didn't even look at Sankesu, the flaming blade stuck in the ground. He turned around, with his hands behind his back, humming a fast-paced pirate song, and staggered out of the cell.

Under the envious gaze of the giant magician Zarak, when the pirate walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and threw something at the orc sword master who was stroking the flame blade with a red cloth hilt.

It was an elf gold coin entwined with a cold aura, flipped in the air and landed in front of the orc, and was precisely held in the hand by the sword master.

"Consider this as my 'compensation' for putting you in prison for a year, my dear Lantrisso."

Bu Laike spoke softly, as if chatting with an old friend:

"This is also a reward emblem that I only give to my subordinates who are not so useless. It can save you from death. Between the things you are about to face and the opponents you are about to encounter, I think you will need it.

Also, one thing needs to be emphasized. "

The pirate coughed and said:

"As long as you use this thing, it means that you have submitted a 'job application' to the undead pirate. From the perspective of a stranger, my advice to you is:

Be cautious. "

After finishing speaking, the pirate continued humming, and walked away with his useless subordinate and servant Zuramat, as if he didn't care that he dropped a legendary weapon to a stranger just now.

It's as if what I threw out was a worthless piece of garbage.

And in the cage that has been quieted down again, Lantrisor Burning Blade will be in a mess. He thinks that after a year of imprisonment, his state of mind is calm enough.

But the facts proved that his mental state cultivation was far from perfect.

At least the knife in front of him, at the moment of contact, aroused those memories in his heart that were determined to be forgotten and sealed.

The tall orc sword master pursed his lips. He grabbed the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes, and lifted it up slightly. Amid the sound of the blade neighing, the blade of the sword master was lifted in front of him.

The half-breed orc with his upper body naked stretched out his fingers and touched the frosted blade. When his fingers touched the blade, he just wiped it lightly, and blood oozed from his fingertips.

The pirates have maintained it well, keeping the blade as sharp as ever.

Lantreso looked at the old battle flag under his feet again. The battle flag was stained with blood, and he didn't know who it came from, but the legendary clan on the flag that was once worshiped by all the orcs in the world of Dellano had already died in the past. Disappeared in the war.

You may be responsible.

Do not!

I don't owe it anything anymore.

But the inheritance of the Juggernaut cannot be broken!

If I didn't receive the guidance that an apprentice should have when I was growing up, and all the practice is based on my own understanding to figure out where I am now, then I have the responsibility to rebuild the way of the Juggernaut after the arrogant Fire Blade inheritance is annihilated.

Power, there is no right or wrong!

After a few seconds, the orc made up his mind.

He bent down, grabbed the worn-out battle flag, smeared blood on the banner of the Burning Blade Clan with his fingers cut by the blade, and modified the emblem surrounded by sharp blades to look like a blood blade.

Only then was he satisfied with carrying the battle flag behind him.

At the same time that the bloody selection under the prison came to an end, Lantrisso held the blade of flame and looked back at the cage where he had lived for a year, which he regarded as his "home".

Honestly, he hated every second of it here!

It's time to go.

Time to find your real home.

The bloody wind blew in this small cell, and the Juggernaut who had just set off had disappeared.

The pirate below grinned.

Ha, the plan works!

Sure enough, everyone has a price in their hearts.

(end of this chapter)