Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 484 37. I heard you have a lot of collections.

Azeroth is a world with a long history of civilization. Although the farthest history that humans have come into contact with currently only reaches the period of the glorious Elven Empire, anyone who knows anything knows that the Elf Empire is only a relatively conspicuous part of Azeroth's turbulent civilization. that.

Talking about the long history, the trolls who are having a miserable time now have something to say.

Before the trolls, there was a barbaric era when mysterious dragons and titan creations walked the earth. Earlier in the barbaric era, there was still the Dark Empire era dominated by the ancient gods and elements.

Even before the Dark Empire, there were still some ancient ones who left traces on Azeroth.

Therefore, doing archaeology in Azeroth is a very promising and "lucrative" job. Spellcasters who are wealthy and pursue knowledge are willing to pay for these ancient artifacts that may lead to amazing discoveries.

However, the current archaeological circle on the Eastern Continent is basically monopolized by dwarves who are keen to dig around the world.

There is a very old saying passed down among these muscle sticks. They believe that dwarves were created by gods, and the gods must have a purpose in creating dwarves.

The dwarves have forgotten their noble mission in the flow of civilization, which is the main reason for the civil war among the dwarves.

If the dwarf civilization wants to stand on the land of Azeroth again, they must find their civilized mission. Driven by this idea, the dwarves established their own exclusive archaeological organization long ago.

It's called the Society of Explorers.

This organization was established hundreds of years ago. Its original members were a group of old dwarf miners who were keen on digging. Later, when they were digging around the world, they also attracted adventurous dwarves and humans to join.

It is said that there are also members of the Kaldorei night elves in the Explorers Association.

But this is just a rumor. At least in many excavation sites in the eastern continent, no one has seen elves.

The Explorers Association has a great reputation. In addition to its excellent professionalism and excellent awareness of cultural relic protection, it is also because their honorary leader Brian Bronzebeard is the prince of the Bronzebeard dwarves in Ironforge.

The energetic old dwarf is a well-known explorer and writer. Unlike his two brothers who have extremely high martial arts values, he is not good at fighting. He has loved exploring the mysteries of history since he was a child.

Many human businessmen who join the Explorers Association are actually trying to gain connections with the dwarf royal family.

It's a pity that old Brian has no interest in this.

He would rather lead an archaeological team to inspect the wild lands of Kalimdor than drink and have fun with those businessmen.

However, the dwarves all have their own archaeological organizations, so the elves of Quel'Thalas, whose founding history is much older than the dwarves, must also have corresponding organizations.

The archaeological organization of the Quel'dorei elves is the Sacred Relic Society that Black will meet today.

Their style is completely different from that of the Explorers Association.

These elven archaeologists are low-key and well-trained. They are more like a paramilitary organization than a professional academic organization. Moreover, the Society of Sacred Relics never promotes the concept of protecting cultural relics, which is infallible in any situation.

Their starting point for searching for antiquities is very simple, even very utilitarian.

The purpose is to find magical artifacts of various races that can be used in the dust of history to strengthen Quel'Thalas's combat readiness.

Occasionally, some magic items they find are sold in the circle of elven nobles in exchange for money to maintain the operation of the organization.

According to rumors, behind the Relic Society is the Silver Moon Council of High Elves with secret support.

Those spellcasters are interested in all knowledge and do not want to see the gods covered in dust.

The leader of the Relic Society, the high-level investigator Te'seran Bloodwatcher, was also an elf of noble birth. His family was one of the first spellcasters to follow Dath'Remar Sunstrider to Quel'Thalas.

He is also very influential in the political circles of Silvermoon City.

If it weren't for the relationship with the Jinjian family and Gina Jinjian's aunt's connections in the Silver Moon Council, it would have been impossible for Blake, a mere human pirate, to get in touch with such a low-key and mysterious organization.

In the early morning of the next day, on a desolate island at the junction of the seas of Quel'Thalas and the seas of Lordaeron.

The pirate got up early and is now doing morning exercises with his little murloc on the island. In fact, he just jumps around, pulls up his bow, and shoots fish in the water from a distance of several hundred yards. .

This island is where both parties agreed to meet.

Just after eight o'clock in the morning, a portal opened behind the pirates and fishmen. A tall and thin elf wearing a red robe, a long hood, and holding a golden ornate staff emerged from the portal. out.

Very punctual, perfectly in line with the Quel'dorei elves' style of conduct.

"Well, I thought Lord Bloodwatcher would come in person."

The Eye of Kilrogg on the pirate's shoulder flipped, and he said without interest:

"I have prepared a lot of things, and I want to ask professionals to appreciate them."

The elf behind him is just a messenger.

But still a "professional" as the pirates call him.

The moment the latter appeared, he looked up and down Blake's body. For a few seconds, his eyes stayed on Blake's cloak, weapon and waist chain.

Finally, that gaze fell on the amulet hanging on Blake's chest.

The swing in his eyes was caught by the pirate. He came back to his senses and generously showed all his equipment to the envoy. He gave the envoy a thumbs up and said:

"As expected, professional! Come on, let's talk business. You have to understand that I can't stay here any longer."

"Well, the Relic Society also advised Lord Black not to stay in Quel'Thalas. What happened on the coast of Eversong Forest last night has alarmed the Sun King."

The hooded messenger spoke clearly in the accent of an upper-class noble in Quel'Thalas:

"If you need, you can use our portal to leave. We are happy to provide this service to our valued guests."

"Ha, you are so brave."

Blake took out the wine bottle from his waist and opened the lid.

This action made the messenger's eyes jump. He stared closely at the evil-shaped skull flask in Blake's hand and said:

"The jug in your hand must be at least five thousand years old, right? It's a pity to use such a magical cultural relic as a daily drinking vessel."

"Five thousand years? Hmm"

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"I'm beginning to doubt your professionalism. My wine flask has a history of seven thousand years. Have you heard of Zemlan?"

"Pirate King of Zandalari?"

The envoy was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he immediately answered with gleaming eyes:

"Your wine flask comes from that legendary pirate? He also robbed our ancestors and forced His Majesty Dath'Rema to sign a humiliating agreement.

Please be sure to trade his relics to us.

These things are of great significance to the Sun King family. "

"Uh, forget it."

Blake shrugged, took a sip of wine from the evil skull flask, and said:

"I'm very comfortable with this set of things, and I have no plans to use it for the time being. I am a very direct person, and I won't hide anything from you. I am meeting you today just to see your 'professionalism'.

I made it very clear in my letter to you.

Those priceless 'cultural relics' are all stored on my island. If you are interested, send someone to my place with money, and someone will naturally receive you. "

"That's exactly why I'm here, Lord Black."

The messenger nodded and said to the pirates in a tone conveying instructions from his superiors:

"Our leader, His Excellency Ta'thelan Bloodwatcher, values ​​your invitation. But he is very busy right now, so he sent me to ask you a few questions.

First of all, do the cultural relics mentioned in your letter refer to simple cultural relics, or are they powerful magical items? "

"What difference does this make?"

Blake asked rhetorically.

The messenger patiently explained:

"This issue is very critical. It is related to the grade of the envoys we are about to send. If it is just an ordinary cultural relic with historical value, then we can just send an archaeologist there.

But if it is an artifact with powerful magical power, it must be taken seriously.

We are different from that group of psychotic dwarves who aimlessly dig around the entire world. The Sacred Relic Society has a complete and efficient course of action from its establishment. "

"Well, professional!"

The pirate sighed again.

He hooked his fingers at the little fish man at his feet, who took a troll voodoo doll from his belt and threw it over. Black then threw the thing to the elf messenger opposite.

He said:

"Does this kind of thing count as 'valuable' in your eyes?"

"Hold on."

The messenger put on a pair of black gloves and used a very professional technique to hold the voodoo doll in his hands for observation, and then injected magic power into it for inspection.

It took seven or eight steps in total, but I still didn’t realize how effective it was.

After several minutes, the messenger handed the voodoo doll back and said with regret:

“This doll has high historical value.

For archaeologists who specialize in the history of trolls, it should be taken seriously. But its voodoo magic is too crude and has almost no artistic value. It should be a good prop for the voodoo identification class of the magic apprentices on Sunchaser Island.

We will acquire items like this.

But you need to understand that it is a dispensable scrap and will not be of high value. "

"What about this?"

The pirates were not disappointed.

He took out an unpolished animal tooth from his pocket and threw it to the messenger.

When the latter took it in his hand, he was a little disapproving, but after carefully examining it, he became energetic.

"A relic from the wilderness demigod? Judging from the power attributes and breath, it should be the giant bear Ursok! It can be made into the top magic talisman!

With careful craftsmanship, it is not difficult to make magic items of legendary quality. "

The messenger held the animal's tooth in the same way as he would hold a treasure. He raised his head and said excitedly:

"It's really hard to imagine what kind of great journey you went through to get such a perfect collection. Do you have many such things?"

"It's not too much, but it's not too little either."

The pirate answered vaguely and then asked:

"What kind of price can you give for something like this?"

"This requires a professional taster to give an answer, but based on my past experience, such an animal tooth should not be less than 100,000 gold coins."

The messenger noticed the disapproving expression on Blake's lips, and he immediately replied:

"Because it is raw material and not genuine, the price will definitely be lowered. If it is processed by a professional enchanter or inscriptionist, its value will be doubled immediately."

"Well, that's not bad."

The pirate took the animal tooth handed back by the envoy. He thought for a while, and then took out a fist-sized, stone-like ring from his luggage.

He handed it to the messenger and said:

"Show me this again, estimate the price."

The ring in front of me looks unremarkable.

But after what happened with the beast's tooth, the envoy already knew that this pirate was very capable, so he did not dare to treat him casually. He took the slightly heavy ring in his hand and as soon as he injected it with magic power, there was a strange and huge magic echo and explosion in the surrounding sea area.

The messenger was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his magic power and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He returned the mark of the Wizard King to the pirate with an awe-inspiring attitude, and said softly:

"This strange object is not something I can identify. Your Excellency, it should be a powerful magic item full of unknown knowledge. According to my judgment, it should not be knowledge in the world of Azeroth."

"major!"

The pirate praised again, took the ring and said:

"This is a legendary item from the orc world. It is a trophy after one of my battles. It is a truly legendary item! It is said to be related to the rune magic of the ancient Ogre Empire.

Then, I think, I should be able to meet Mr. Taseran, who is said to be very 'busy', on my island, right? "

"Of course, your needs will be met."

The messenger said softly:

"His Excellency Taseran Bloodwatcher will lead a delegation to Tol Barad Island in person soon. So, what are your requirements for the trade items?

Is it bartering? Or settle with gold coins?

Please understand that if you want to sell such valuable items, we must prepare a large amount of gold coins in advance. "

"Um"

The pirate rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then said:

"I heard that you nobles of Quel'Thalas have many collections, especially weapons. I very much agree with the taste of the Elf royal family. I heard that there are seven legendary weapons stored in Prince Kael'thas's private palace. .

Moreover, in the private collection of the Sun King, there is also a war bow soaked in the glory of the Sun Well."

"Your Excellency, this is a joke."

The messenger chuckled a few times and said:

"The Society of Sacred Relics does not have as many magical powers as you imagine. The royal family's collections are beyond our reach, but if you need weapons, we will do our best to meet your needs."

"I have no shortage of weapons. I have many magic weapons."

Blake shrugged, waved his hands richly, and said:

"What I lack is the legendary blade. If I can't get those treasured war art pieces, I won't sell this rare object full of knowledge in my hand.

I thought maybe you could contact Prince Kael'thas.

He's also a spellcaster with a thirst for knowledge, isn't he? "

The pirate threw away the Mark of the Wizard King in his hand and gave his price unceremoniously:

“I’ve inquired about everything in advance.

Bring two of the prince's seven legendary collections, or Solidar Wrath of the Stars, or a phoenix egg, and I will exchange it for you.

Take my words back to Lord Tesselan and don't change a word.

What I sell to you is not only a Mark of the Wizard King, but also a brand-new set of knowledge that is completely different from the magic system of Azeroth. It can help you open all the secrets of an empire.

My mentor always said that knowledge is priceless.

But I am a very philistine pirate, so I can sell priceless things without any psychological burden, and it is now in front of you.

Oh, by the way, do you collect information?

For example, I also have information about Quel'Sera, the sister sword of Quel'Delar, the ancient dragon-forged blade. "

After saying that, the pirate laughed and said to the envoy in front of him:

"If you don't want it, I think the dwarves will definitely be interested. Human cultural relic dealers are said to be quite wealthy. In short, please make preparations in advance, Lord Taseran.

I, a rude pirate who only loves money, would love to be friends with him. "