MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1898 26. Principled Wee Nellie

   Chapter 1898 26. Principled Wee Nellie

   "Lord Silence, the magic mirror to Ravendes is ready. The warden informs you that you and your female companion can leave this place at any time."

As Blake was happily strolling away from Torghast Guilty's Tower to return to the Sanctuary of Domination, a Deepsworn Lich whose armor was dotted with blue soul gems appeared beside him. Brought him instructions from Lord Zovar.

This Abysssworn Lich is a formidable fellow at first glance. Although he wears a full-covered steel war skirt like other Abyssal Necromancers, he can't see his face and eyes at all, but the vicious chill it exudes is different from its body. The extra embellishments of other Deepsworn prove that this guy is no ordinary character.

   In the face of Zovall's message, Blake raised his brows, playing with the seal of black clothes he had just made, and said arrogantly:

"What? It's been less than a day since I came to the Maw, is my dear collaborator Zovar going to drive me away? I plan to stay in his territory for a few more days to appreciate this most in line with the legends of all walks of life. What about the landscape of purgatory.

   I also heard that there is an Anima Master in the Sanctuary of Dominion, what is the Soul Breaker.

   It is said that there is no anima in its hands that cannot be excavated. It is said that all kinds of strange anima are the characteristics of the shadow world, and you must taste it.

   I haven't played enough yet. "

The    pirate snorted and waved his finger at the Abysssworn Lich in front of him:

   "Go away, don't disturb me."

  The Abyssoath Lich did not leave. It followed Black and said in a hollow tone:

   "You and the 'Untouchable One' have been secretly talking for a long time, this is enough to judge the evil deeds in the maw, and only because you are a guest, Zovar allows such inappropriate behavior.

   What's more, Emperor Denathius has urged several times, that noble man can't wait to entertain you in his domain.

   If you need to taste anima, we the warden's servants will deliver the treasured anima to your room, but the affairs that are going on in the various areas of the Sanctuary cannot be disturbed.

   Lord Silent, please don't make it difficult for us servants. "

   "Hard to do?"

  Black glanced at this bold Abysssworn Lich, and he pouted, how could an ordinary soul have the courage to speak nonsense in front of an evil god?

   This look was specially arranged by Zovar.

   It seems that the secret communication between himself and the engraver has indeed touched Zovar's inverse scale, and he has become an "undesirable person" in this place.

   But Black rolled his eyes.

He can be sure that Zoval doesn't know that he has guessed the true identity of the engraver and has reached some secret cooperation with the other party. Otherwise, it will not be an abyssal lich representing the warden, but Zoval. Vaal himself appeared to catch the villain.

   is worthy of being a veteran Eternal.

  The soldier is here pretending to be a poor **** with amnesia, but he has a way to hide from Zovall's attention. The bad old man who caused all kinds of major events in the Shadow Realm with his own hands is really ugly.

   "Okay, okay, I don't want to embarrass you loyal servants. Your loyalty to the warden moved me. I don't have servants who are as loyal as you. It's really sad."

Blake nodded, rubbed his fingers on the black seal a few times, feeling the delivery of information from another world, he turned and walked to his room with a blank face, and swore to the "escort" Yuan oath beside him. Lich said:

   "But my irritated mind needs a generous tribute to calm down. I have long heard that there are all kinds of powerful anima in Torghast Guilty's Tower, and I don't want much.

   Take some of the derived powers of the six forces, and make up 99 as a parting gift to show the deep friendship between me and Your Excellency Zovar.

   After all, I just persuaded a Titan Soul to join this great cause.

   I think I deserve this kind of pay. "

  The pirate glanced at the Abysssworn Lich, then stretched out his finger to point to the dazzling streamer of the legendary anima inlaid on his wrist armor, stretched his voice and said:

   "Don't take blue-green eco-friendly hearts to spoil my appetite. Legendary hearts are rare and precious, and I'm embarrassed to open up the lion's mouth, but it shouldn't be a big problem to have ninety-nine epic hearts?

   This is an expression of sincerity between collaborators, what do you say? Careful Mr. Zoval. "

   The Abyssoath Lich was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be talking to its master. After a few seconds, it nodded and said:

   "Ninety-nine epic animas will be delivered to your room before midnight. Early tomorrow morning, please leave the Maw and go to Ravendes, which is more suitable for your leisure travel."

   promised so readily?

  Blake's eyes flashed with regret.

   I made a mistake. I should have just said nine hundred and ninety-nine. It’s been too long since I’ve been out of the realm of black-hearted merchants, and even the basic skills of this lion’s big mouth have degenerated.

   Asking prices all over the sky, sitting on the ground to pay back the money is the style that the evil **** should have.

  I want to send away a death gate star evil god, the price of ninety-nine epic anima is really cheap.

  Especially for the Warden who holds the Torghast Guilty Soul Tower, which is currently full, such a snack is still far from his bottom line.

"no!"

When he returned to his room, Blake closed the door and frowned. The evil idea that he would lose even if he didn't take advantage of it came to his mind. After all, he was now an evil **** and a high-ranking person with status. Image, if you can't enjoy this kind of bargaining fun, then it's time to hire someone who is good at it to serve you.

   is just right.

  The evil **** glanced at the endless maw of despair outside the room. This piece of land just happened to hide a "special talent" who was very suitable for Black's needs.

   "Bumboul!"

  Black squeezed the seal of the black coat in his hand, and said to his most unattractive God Chosen:

   "You're running around on the Maw looking for treasure right now, right? Just right, be polite to help me find someone, understand?"

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   "What a simple Venthyr, I don't know how his idiot character survives in a place where intrigue is a virtue like Ravendes?

   Being humiliated by the Maw is still so naive, it seems that he is not a good collaborator. Maybe in a few days, he will be discovered by the warden's son-in-law and captured in the Torghast Tower.

  According to my second principle, it seems that my value investment in him needs to be recovered as soon as possible.

   so as not to lose money.

   Worse, he was implicated by his reckless actions. "

   As the voice of self-talk sounded in a very hidden edge cave on the Maw Floating Island, a very strange guy slowly appeared from the empty air.

   This should be some kind of peculiar instrument similar to engineering creations, not using ordinary magic to hide, but more like opening some kind of phase gap above reality to realize the stealth walk with breath shielding.

It is said that in some dark crypts in Draenor, some ghosts affected by the force of death will also use this technique. It is different from the stealth that assassins are good at. It is a more advanced form of concealment similar to the use of energy. technique.

   But compared to the peculiar instrument that can turn on phase walking, the owner of the instrument is obviously more conspicuous.

   This is a woman.

   But by no means an ordinary woman, she does not actually have any form of physical existence, more like a mechanical creature endowed with the ability to act.

   This can be seen from her legs that are made into curved armor pieces and the mechanical parts exposed outside her clothes.

   In the position of the head, there is no head, only an iron mask shaped into a strange shape, behind the mask is a floating blue-blue soul flame.

  The beating psychic flame represents the identity of this lady hiding in the maw.

   This is a spirit.

   originated from the merchant race of a small country in the Shadow Realm. This race almost monopolized all trade routes of the entire dead country. Its civilization form is exactly the same as the goblins of Azeroth and the ethereal spirits in the material stars.

   is the kind of guy who can die for wealth.

  Of course, compared to vulgar goblins and hypocritical phantoms, the spirits are somewhat more graceful to follow, and they are indeed more disciplined than the goblins and phantoms who are good at exploiting loopholes and take pride in it.

  Well, the rule here means that when a spirit must betray a partner for some reason, they will spend more than a few minutes thinking about the gains and losses than goblins and ethereal spirits.

   "Alas, business is getting harder and harder recently."

Dressed in yellow-blue striped breeches and a women's tight waistcoat, with a string of jewels embellished on her chest to bind her small shawls and short capes, the lingering lady put a bag of things on her back in her hiding place, while Swipe your finger to pick up your own magic book to calculate this month's income.

   Her esoteric flame was beating and bending into a less happy shape, which seemed to represent a month's gain that made her very unhappy.

   She complained:

   "It's all because of the rude souls who rushed into this hellish place and made the Warden's scumbags attack me, costing me several secret routes.

   According to my first rule, maybe it's time to take the risk and develop more routes. Well, that naive Venthyr and his comrades by his side might be able to help.

   They are not afraid of death anyway.

   also shouted that he wanted to sabotage the warden's plan, and he looked like a real warrior.

  I like the warriors who dare to die and don't need a pension. According to my third principle, I should gather them now and persuade them to serve my thriving business.

   Alas, there are too few businesses in this hellish place. I was the most promising business star in the Wei Consortium back then.

  Look at me now, hiding in a mouse hole to manage some underground trades that are not on the table, just like a scavenger, I can only earn so many melons and two dates at the cost of my life. "

  This unhappy female spirit was sitting cross-legged on the dilapidated sofa she stole from under the eyes of the Deepsworn, scratching her mask with mechanical fingers, and said to herself:

   "The Wei Consortium has no place for me, and other consortia will not accept me so easily. I don't have that much money to buy a new identity.

The   zuo consortium doesn't care about accepting a notorious defector, but joining them means working hard to make money, which is not in line with my principles of life.

  Do you agree to the invitation of the Sok Foundation?

I heard that Suo Lian went crazy not long ago, and is gathering all the loners to start a big operation. I, a good businessman who fell into the maw, is also 'famous', and only a talent like me can rely on her, how can I tell the difference? To a few shops in the Veil Market?

   As long as I can survive and operate for hundreds of years, maybe I can become a rich man. "

She would obviously be bored, educating herself there, without paying any attention to the depths of her safe hiding place that took so long to build, in the cave where she stacked her "treasures" , There are two small figures there carrying a dirty moon cloth bag and flipping things upside down.

   "Shhh!"

The power avatar of old Gani, who was a little oblivious to his composure beside him, was kicked fiercely by Burmester. The eccentric and trendy God of Garbage could not help but get excited when he saw the messy piles of **** in front of him. .

   But the murloc is a know-it-all.

   The things piled up here seem to be tattered, but the items that can be washed away by death in the Maw, a place of despair that erodes all things, are still intact. Which one is simpler?

   These are really good things, they just look like crap.

   But Old Garni didn't care about that either. After fully "learning" with Blake, Old Garni's horizons have been opened.

   If something looks like trash, smells like trash, and gets thrown around like trash, then it’s unquestionably trash.

   No matter what strange treasures are inside it, as long as it is garbage, it is its own domain.

Although he is not really here, the deviated Loa like Old Gani always has some strange abilities. Isn't it hiding on the Nagfar and smuggling into the Maw for these cute little cuties in other worlds? ?

   "Let me pick first!"

  Old Gani bared his teeth at the little murloc fiercely, but how could the little murloc be afraid of a trash man who has become a god-chosen one?

  It grabbed the mark of black clothes hanging around its neck and waved at Old Gani provocatively.

  Humph, there is someone behind this lord, how dare you **** it from me as a scumbag who walks alone? Believe it or not, I summoned an army of 100,000 murlocs to storm your temple?

   "Okay, okay, you're amazing, okay?"

Old Gani lowered his eyebrows and swallowed this breath, and made a "please" gesture to the little murloc with his flexible claws. The little murloc was satisfied, and rushed into the treasure house of the female consignor with the moon cloth bag. A tumult.

  Then old Gani also ran in and started dumping garbage with a smile on his face.

   The two thieves stole more and more, and they didn't notice that a strange figure had blocked the entrance of the cave treasure house with a strangely shaped metal rake.

   "Heart can be on top! What is this!"

The female dispatcher originally wanted to teach the thieves who dared to steal from her, but when she saw the little fish and the old Gani, she was immediately stunned by the rake that was used to attack the pesky Maw Rat. land.

   She is not an ignorant spirit.

   She saw the weirdness of the little fishman's life form at a glance, this guy is not a spiritual body!

  It is a living being!

   "Damn it! How did you come to the world of death?"

  The female spirit slammed down with a rake, smashing a jar containing a soul.

  In the screams like a cat chasing a mouse, the little fish and the old Gani ran around, and the female guardian who defended his property was waving a rake like a whack-a-mole.

   She swayed her weapon in an unruly manner and screamed excitedly:

   "Don't run!

   You must have a way to go to the material world, hurry up!

give it to me!

  My God, there is a blue ocean market that has not yet been involved in any spirits, a whole boundless group of stars that can let me exert my talents! According to my fifth principle, I must be bold!

  I will be the richest woman ever!

  My name will be engraved on every statue in the kingdom of spirits, and those who have exiled me will honor me as the Queen of Fortune!

  Ha, today is really my lucky day!

  You strange fish that brings wealth, don't run! "

"boom"

   The metal rake she laid down was swept away by the little murloc with his elemental dung fork, and the force of the shock made the unprepared female chariot sit on the ground.

   She is obviously not a phase swordsman or assassin who is good at fighting.

   She was just an exiled businessman.

  It wasn't until after watching the little murloc holding the dangerous Void Seal that he walked up with a smirk, the female chameleon who was fascinated by the wealth of the future realized a very serious problem:

   Dare to appear in the Maw's life so struttingly, is there really a guy to mess with?

   But that’s okay.

  According to the first principle she made for herself, even in such a situation, she still has enough chances to escape, she is by no means a reckless guy.

   When the little murlocs rushed up, the female scorpion's body suddenly became illusory, as if the magic activation of emergency teleportation would throw her into another prepared safe spot.

   "Ha! Remember today, you almost caught the famous Wei"

"boom"

   But before she could utter a cruel word, she was knocked out of the phase shift and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

In the last gaze of the hapless and cunning female chariot, all she saw was a slender-jawed dragon wearing ragged boots, a red hood, and a worn-out rucksack, showing a cunning smile. The funny way her claws were wagging their tails at her, clutching a bizarre brick-like stone.

  The famous "defector" and "survival expert" Wei Lina was attacked unexpectedly, she will lose all her treasures and even her life!

   Heck!

  Today is really a disaster day.

   (end of this chapter)