Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1979 3. We are short of people and you look like a person, so three are missing one, come or not?

Bu Laike came to a rather strange place during an accidental trek, and met three strange guys who seemed to have a strange organization called "Brotherhood".

Then this strange organization has a strange rule. It is said that every newcomer who comes in will be beaten.

Lord Cthulhu thought that this was just a malicious joke used by those damn old men to scare the pink and tender young people, but unfortunately, he guessed wrong.

These bastards are really ruthless.

"Hiss! Idiot, that's my face under your hands, not your bloody test bench."

Finally, he survived the "initiation ceremony" and sat on the sofa in front of the warm fireplace of the strange castle. Pirate Scum reclined there and let the guy in the dark red strange robe heal his injuries.

He also hummed and complained a few times, but was immediately retorted by that guy:

"Really? Are you sure it's your face? Look at this face that's been beaten up. The toilet in my house is cleaner than it. If you don't want me to sew up your broken double godhead, give it to me." Be honest."

"You have to be careful, little fellow."

Sitting on the opposite sofa, the strange guy who called himself Seber was holding a glass of whiskey with ice, and raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Bo Laike and said:

"Merlin is one of the most notorious dark wizards in the multiverse.

He may be healing you on the surface, but in fact he may be secretly implanting some curse or poison that he conjured up in a flash of inspiration last night when he was messing around with his wives.

I seriously doubt that my dear Dick left us so ruthlessly because the evil Merlin has been quietly collecting his holy light to do some vicious experiments."

"Isn't it because you've been complaining about his beliefs?"

The black wizard Merlin, who was maliciously attacked, was not angry.

Instead, he sliced ​​open the cracked jaw of the Pirate Master with a skillful dissection technique that was so calm that Bo Laike was terrified, and healed the wound while helping Bo Laike heal his shattered godhead, and he replied with two purposes:

"You haven't stopped complaining about that venerable paladin since I got into this goddamn fraternity. I admit that guy can be annoying at times, but he's a good guy.

He's not like us real jerks.

He is the moral figurehead of the fraternity.

He single-handedly raised our average moral standard to the level of ordinary people, and now that he is gone, I feel like I am living in a sinful hell every day.”

"We lost a trustworthy brother. Besides, isn't your ancestral home in hell? What's wrong with going home?"

Tyrion, the handsome dead man sitting next to Seber, wiped the bleeding corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and replied blankly:

"But I still think we should get Dick back as soon as possible, especially in this eventful time. The aftermath of the collapse of the Origin Gate is still spreading to the multiverse, but I already have a bad feeling.

In this sinister hour, we are counted. "

"Wait! Does anyone mind if I ask you a question while you're having such a good chat?"

The evil god lying on the sofa being healed stretched out his hand like a primary school student. Mr. Merlin, who was sewing up his godhood, glanced at him and said softly:

"If you want to ask, just ask, brother, and don't raise your hand, you've already shed two-thirds of your blood, any radical move will kill you.

Don't panic if there is a light in front of your eyes at this time, this is a normal situation when you are close to death. "

"Thanks for the reminder, you are really a good person, Your Excellency Merlin."

Bo Laike glanced at the guy.

Unexpectedly, he saw the reflection of a burning hell in his eyes, and by the way, he saw the projection of a terrifying devil lord in the shadow cast by the lights above his head.

This proves that this gentle and gentle Lord Merlin is not a good person. His ancestral home is indeed in hell, and he is suspected to be a very powerful hell lord.

"Uh, let me remind you, I'm not some kind of hell lord."

As if sensing Bu Laike's thoughts, Your Excellency Merlin skillfully pieced together Bu Laike's broken palate, and while suturing the wound, he suddenly spoke:

"I do have a piece of hell of my own, and I briefly became the Speaker of the Twilight Council, and that terrible Satanic Throne belonged to me for a while, but I have abandoned those unpleasant pasts.

Now, as you can see, I am just an ordinary dark wizard who is busy managing the universe every day, and occasionally makes a guest appearance to destroy the universe.

Oh, by the way, I like to be called 'Raven', if you want to win my friendship, remember to call me that. "

"So, you guys who can read minds are the worst."

Saber smashed the cup on the table in displeasure, looked at Laike with a smile, and said in the most gentle and kind tone:

"And you!

If you stinky pirate keep thinking I'm the ugliest guy in here, I'll shove your freaky face into your motherfucker's ass chest, and I guarantee you'll live on in that novel form for hundreds of years or something. "

Lord Cthulhu blinked, and took one last look at Tyrion.

He had thought that this cold-faced evil star was the most violent guy here, but after a long time, this death knight was actually the most normal of the three.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Dawn Blade pouted and said:

"I'm not as good at reading minds as these two idiots are, but judging from your expression, you seem to think I'm the best bully?"

"I'm going to ask a question!"

Bu Laike scowled, held up three fingers, and said:

"First, who is this Dick you've been talking about? Second, what is this fraternity about? Finally, who can get me a new guy a drink?

hell!

Is this how you treat guests? I've been here for almost an hour and I've been beaten and I haven't been served a hot drink. To be honest, I'm starting to regret joining you guys. "

"Oh, look, cutie wants to drink."

Sable grinned and tapped on the table.

In the next moment, under Laike's stunned gaze, a shrunken Lord Sargeras in a bartender suit held a tray and placed four glasses of fine wine on the table between the two sofas.

The Dark Titan glanced at Bo Laike, breathed out flames from his nostrils, and said in a vicious voice:

"What are you looking at?"

Laike was tempted to reply with "Look at you", but considering the situation at the moment, he could only smile, until a few seconds later, Tyrion picked up a glass of Amber-colored wine, and let the glass go with his fingers. It was cold.

The cold-faced one-eyed handsome guy explained in a low voice in Salas:

"Don't think about it, this isn't the Sargeras you know. It's just some unlucky guy who got beat up by Cyber ​​so many times and finally signed him a devil's contract, and is now forced to work in his bar in Gotham to pay off his debts .”

"Well, I can see it, each of you has unique skills."

The pirate complained, and gestured to Mr. Merlin who was helping him to sew up his heart that had been cut in three. He looked at the Lord of Hell helplessly, and Lord Raven was fooled by Braike's eyes that were so numb that they could electrocute several cows. Feeling very uncomfortable, he had to sigh, reached out to pick up a glass of wine, and brought it to Braike's mouth.

"Thank you, I knew that you are the only good person here."

The evil god replied politely. After moistening his throat, he turned his gaze to Saibo and Tyrion, who were facing him, waiting for their answer.

"Let's talk about them one by one, starting with Brotherhood."

His Excellency Saber unbuttoned the cuffs of his suit a little irritably, revealing the very chic and luxurious bracelet on his wrist, which was inlaid with five gemstones of different colors and six rings of different colors.

This thing made Bo Laike raise an eyebrow.

This thing should not be.

No way?

"The Brotherhood of Shadows is a small organization organized by fellow villagers wandering in foreign lands to report groups to keep warm. In the entire noisy multiverse, such organizations are everywhere, and there is nothing outstanding.

But what sets us apart from the other flirtatious sluts is that we're not organized to destroy the world, to pull some shady plot, or to keep the peace. "

Saber said something.

Bu Laike shrugged and complained:

"Really? That's a pity. I thought I was joining a great family."

"If you interrupt me again, I will..."

Sable gave him a hard look, and the Scattered Pirate stretched out his finger and gently pulled upwards on his closed mouth. This action made Sable and Merlin frown at the same time.

The two guys looked at each other, and Lord Raven whispered:

"This new friend reminds me of a really annoying guy."

"Well, I guess we're both thinking of the same person."

Saber snorted, stared at Bo Laike and said:

"I seriously doubt that this guy is a mutant freak left by Wade in a certain universe, remember to stab him a few times to see if he will heal himself.

If so remember to throw him into the world furnace and destroy him humanely before he can move.

We've got an awful lot of Deadpool, we don't need any more. "

"puff"

As soon as Saibo finished speaking, four dark red hell scalpels pierced into the four most painful places on Lord Braike's body, while Mr. Merlin was staring at the expressionless face with interest in the way of observing the test object. Lord Cthulhu.

The good news was that the nerve he had destroyed by Tyrion hadn't healed yet, so he couldn't feel the pain.

The bad news is that Voidbody doesn't seem to heal himself any slower than a mutant.

"He is not."

Raven stretched out his hand and gently pulled the scalpel out of Laike's body, then turned his head and said something to Saibo. It is said that the owner of a bar in Gotham nodded his head, and he seemed really relieved.

Hello!

You guys are actually a bunch of scumbags, right?

"I'm starting to like your style of doing things."

The Pirate Lord said in a stick-reading voice:

"Then go ahead, sir, I'm listening, and I promise I won't interrupt you."

"Very well, I like children who understand the rules. When you recover from your injury, I will take you to Gotham to see the world. A group of dancers from M77 Nebula just came to my bar. Each girl has seven legs, six heads and ten heads. A few tentacles act as hands, which is very exciting.

It definitely fits the unique aesthetics of an evil god like you. "

Saber raised his glass to Boo Laike and continued:

"The difference between our fraternity and other organizations is that our members are all lost people from the other side of the wall of origin. Merlin, explain to him what the wall of origin is."

"It's the wall that separates the multiverse from the real world."

Mr. Raven finished his own healing operation, and threw two perfectly healed godheads into Bo Laike's body, then wiped the blood on his hand with a handkerchief, and took his own glass of wine.

While shaking like a gentleman, he said in a brief tone:

"I mean, the only barrier between our common hometown and this multiverse born in the fantasy of all things, as for the lost ones, you know, there have always been legends about 'time travel' in our place.

More than half of the unlucky ghosts there were just thrown into different times, but some luckier or less fortunate ones would be thrown into the other side of the wall of origin.

I'm talking about the four of us like that, and Dick who left us, and those two bastards who got mad and decided to break away from us and go out on their own. "

"You call them 'bad bastards'?"

Tyrion, who tasted the wine, suddenly said:

"Those two fellow countrymen were selected by you personally, and they submitted their resignations just to find more possibilities. This is not a betrayal. But you are so mean to your former subordinates. I seriously doubt that Dick left us because of you. A mean character."

"And his unlucky name!"

Saber echoed in a low voice.

"I've said it all, Dick's departure has nothing to do with his name!"

Tyrion emphasized, and then Sable sneered:

"Really? Is it really okay? Then try the feeling of being called 'big diao' every day. I guess it must be very uncomfortable."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Will you take care of the newcomers?"

Bu Laike saw the three guys start arguing again and screamed:

"Please explain to me what I should know first, and then you continue to quarrel.

To be honest, I don't know that Mr. Dick, and I don't know him too well, but I think if you guys keep arguing like this, then it's likely that he left simply because he wanted to find a quiet place to relax. "

These words silenced the three guys with extraordinary backgrounds in front of them at the same time.

After a few seconds, Saibo changed his sitting position and leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, staring at Bu Laike, and said in a calm tone:

"In short, you can regard the Brotherhood of Shadows as a hometown association that accommodates transcendents. We don't have any lofty goals. We just want everyone from the same place to have a place to stay in this strange multiverse.

Our organization was doing pretty well before.

Under Merlin's suggestion, we began to actively search for those lost people who were thrown into the multiverse from the void, send their souls to different worlds to live a new life, and select good enough members from them to join the Brotherhood to help do things.

But something went wrong.

The two brothers who were in charge of this matter had just resigned not long ago, and at this juncture, Dick, one of the elders of the fraternity, suddenly left without saying goodbye.

As you can see, there are only three of us left in this organization now, and you are the fourth and one of our last batch of lost beings sent to different worlds.

I have to admit that I seriously overestimated the 'success rate' of my fellow villagers."

Next to him, Tyrion took a sip of his ice-stained wine and explained to Bo Laike:

"The last batch of 30 fellow villagers were put into 30 different newborn timelines based on the Azeroth universe. We reached an agreement with the Pantheon and the Bronze Dragon Legion to treat this as an exploration time. Diversity experiment.

However, among the 30 villagers released at the same time, six failed to survive the first three years of rebirth, and twelve died in the pursuit of a new life. We had to erase their memories of death and let them renew. Live the rest of your life in a safe world.

The rest of them have found family members, friends and lovers in different Azeroths. We communicated with them, and they finally chose to live ordinary lives.

Only you, Bo Laike.

Among the thirty fellow villagers, only you have met the standards for the fraternity to select newcomers. In fact, through my mother's perspective, I almost watched your rise from the sidelines.

It has to be said that even by the most demanding standards, you have done a very good job. "

"So, we gave that chart."

Lord Raven stood by the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, looked at Bo Laike gently, and said:

"You came here, passed the induction ceremony, and we decided to offer you a new job and promote you to management."

"Well, I'm honored, all three."

Laike lay on the sofa like a paralyzed patient, and said to the three people looking at him:

"But if there are only four people in our organization including me, then it seems that there is nothing to be happy about being in management.

Moreover, I just captured a very important message.

You just said that the wall of origin collapsed, so the only obstacle separating our hometown and the multiverse is gone. Will this have any bad effects? "

The three guys looked at each other, and the most academic Merlin answered:

"No phenomenon worthy of attention has been observed yet, but according to our predictions, there may be some disturbances in the not-too-distant future. Although we are all villains who deserve to go to hell, we don't want our peaceful hometown to be destroyed. The hell with the multiverse.

So, before you come, we're discussing a plan."

"Is it the kind of discussion that just created a folder?"

The pirate rolled his eyes and asked a question.

Sable laughed dumbfounded, and said to Tyrion beside him:

"I'm really starting to like this guy, his tongue is always on point, we need a pistachio like this, we need some joy in this difficult time."

"So, what's your answer?"

Tyrion stared at Bo Laike, a cold, one-eyed gleam of indifference.

He said:

"If you agree to join us, the three of us will immediately raise your container to the ultimate strength of the rank of 'God', which can be regarded as an entry benefit, but you have to bear the corresponding responsibilities, and then you have to walk the rest of the way .”

"Well, is there a higher power above the gods?"

Bu Laike asked.

Lord Raven shrugged and said:

"This multiverse is much more dangerous than you think, a fledgling god is not enough to deal with the bad guys, you are just out of the cradle, my dear Laike, don't think too much.

Tyrion didn't even use 30% of his strength to beat you, and he's the weakest of the three of us. "

"Stop pretending, you two pecking chickens, what is there to show off in a mere single universe? I am a multiverse-level boss playing monkey games with you here, am I proud?"

Saber snorted, snapped his fingers, and said:

"I need your answer, Boo Laike, no kidding, I want your answer fairly seriously, and then I'll explain about Dick.

Trust me, he's in more trouble than you can imagine.

That is our hometown.

Although he leaves us as relentlessly as a used condom, we cannot abandon him. "

"So, you are actually begging me."

The crumb pirate grinned, sat up alone, stared at the three big men in front of him, picked up his glass, and said:

"You need me! Otherwise, I wouldn't explain so much patiently. I have a certain ability that you urgently need, although I don't know what it is yet."

"You can act like we're begging you."

Saber leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Laike like a tiger, and he said:

"If it makes you feel good enough to join us. Need us to kneel down for you? Don't be shy, I know you want it, as long as you can afford it."

"Emmmm, let's talk about it after I won't be instantly killed by you."

Lord Cthulhu curled his lips, drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and showed a hypocritical and flawless smile.

Say:

"So, where is the contract? Where is the pen for signing? Where are my entry benefits? I declare in advance, don't expect me to 996, family members."

(end of this chapter)