Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 500 53. All cultural relics should be put in the explorer's hall!

Four days before the departure of the magic visiting group from Narsalas Academy, a group of strange "guests" quietly landed on Tol Barad Island in the dark on a steamboat where goblins delivered supplies.

It is wildly rumored that the island is now occupied by a group of vicious pirates. These unknown pirates also overturned several ships in Gilneas in the previous conflict with the Gilneas fleet.

Although Gilneas officials denied this shameful news.

But in private, all kinds of gossip are flying all over the sky, and those who have sources of information are saying that the retreat of the Gilneas fleet is not what they themselves said to return to replenishment.

It was because the people of Gilneas realized that they had miscalculated the strength of these pirates and were forced to retreat by the wild pirates in embarrassment.

"So, Gilneans can't fight."

On the pier of Tol Barad Island, Brian Bronzebeard, an old dwarf wearing the standard hunting suit of the Explorers Association, was teasing his pet monkey Grebe, which he accidentally got in Stranglethorn Vale, while looking at him from a distance. The mirror observed the surrounding humans and said:

"Their army is not bad. I saw the Gray Wolf Brigade fighting in the Burning Plains. They are all good and fierce soldiers. But their navy is far behind, let alone compared with the Kul Tirans. Even Lordaeron's navy is much stronger than them."

"This is true."

The human in a black dress beside Brian put down the binoculars, nodded academically and said:

"But it's not the Gilneans' fault either. The biting reef off their peninsula is too troublesome, which severely limits their naval development. But the war between the navy and pirates has nothing to do with us archaeologists.

We are neutral. "

"Oh, you're always so naive, my friend Harrison."

The old dwarf stroked his beautiful beard and threw the chirping monkey pet into his backpack. He stood up and said to the dozen or so fellows behind him:

"Brace yourself up, guys.

Today we are going to trade with a group of vicious pirates. I have seen the samples they sent to Ironforge. They are all very precious cultural relics, with almost perfect historical and artistic value.

We will definitely be able to find more ancient secrets about the elf empire and trolls from those artifacts.

Hold the muskets in your hands tightly, and take your exploration picks with you. Although the pirates say that we are welcome as "honest guests", pirates are pirates, and they cannot be trusted. "

The well-informed old dwarf paused, and then said:

"We have also dealt with pirates in the South China Sea. If something goes wrong, everyone will know what to do."

The elite members of the Explorers' Association behind the old dwarf replied in unison.

But in fact, they don't have to be too afraid, because among the companions, there are five heavily armed Royal Guards of Ironforge.

These muscular pillars are the bravest and most elite warriors among the dwarves. The armor on their bodies is all forged by themselves, and there are also enchantments from human mages.

He wears double axes on his waist, warhammer and long-barreled muskets on his back, and short-barreled firecrackers in his waist, each of which is armed to the teeth.

Just these five dwarves went crazy, and ten times as many pirates would have to be slaughtered by them, not to mention that the dwarf explorers are not powerless scholars.

These people dig around all over the world and always get into trouble of one kind or another.

No one who can become an elite explorer is easy to mess with.

They all dared to follow old Brian into the wild jungle of Stranglethorn Vale without guards, and they all retreated completely under the pursuit of the savage troll headhunter.

This shows how powerful this group of "archaeologists" are.

The mere pirates, heh, dared to go back on their promises, and just lifted their heads with a pickaxe.

"If there is a real fight, you will hide behind us."

The sturdy old Brian skillfully loaded his beloved double-barreled shotgun, and said to Harrison Jones, a well-mannered human archaeologist beside him:

"You, a scholar who does theoretical research all day, really shouldn't follow you this time."

"Hey, don't underestimate me."

Feeling despised, Harrison shrugged helplessly, and took out a short-barreled musket made by a dwarf from his bag. He said to the old dwarf:

"I have also done field work. Although I am not as good as you guys who travel around the world, I saved you when you were archaeological in Red Ridge Mountain."

"That's good luck for you."

Embarrassed, Brian grabbed his expedition hat and said:

"That vulture can't hurt me. Even without your shot, I can smash its head with a pickaxe. Besides, when you joined the Explorers' Association, I told you that archaeology can't just be done. Work hard in the library.

Lost lore is all over the world, and it's our mission to dig it all up and put it in museums.

Shh, here they come, get ready! "

Under the reminder of the old dwarf, everyone held their breath and clenched their weapons.

What kind of a group of pirates are they?

The thought of those precious relics falling into the hands of a group of pirates makes these archaeologists heartbroken.

Cherished antiquities should be placed on the exhibition stand to let everyone know the glory of the past history they represent, instead of being sold as commodities by greedy pirates.

What a waste.

To be honest, if it weren't for the dwarves and no navy, old Brian would have thought about bringing the fleet over to snatch the precious cultural relics from the pirates.

"Hey, what's up with you impolite dwarves? Put down your weapons!"

The one who came to meet the dwarves was Udora, the foxman captain. She was small and walked in front, followed by two powerful tauren pirate guards with antlers.

This strong contrast made Eudora look like a little guy, but seeing her flicking her tail and wearing a captain's cap, everyone present knew that this little guy was the one talking.

"Today is a deal, not a war. Why are you so tense?"

The fox with his arms akimbo scolded:

"If we really have bad intentions, your broken guns can't protect you."

While talking, Yudora grabbed a horn and blew a few times.

A few seconds later, amidst the exclamation of all the dwarves, a sea titan nearly ten meters high suddenly rushed out from under the surface of the dark night sea behind.

The guy in the weird shark-head hat clutched the rusty anchor and slammed it on the sand, shaking the pier a bit, yelling:

"What kind of bastard dares to attack Tol Barad! If you want to challenge the undead pirates, you must pass the level of the roarer first!"

"See it?"

Udora pursed her lips, pushed her blindfold, and said to the dwarves who were stunned in front of her eyes:

"Being able to let you go to the island means that we have no hostility, otherwise your ships will not even try to get close to Tol Barad. I warn you, Gork and his people have become a bit addicted to cannibalism recently.

And they haven't tasted dwarves yet, so you better play nice!

lay down your weapon! "

Old Brian was tempted to retort, to show the little vulpera the indomitable courage of dwarves.

But amidst the frantic screams of his pet monkey Gribe behind him, he glanced at the Seiko double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and then at the sculptural sea titan staring back at them.

It's a great gun, it can smash a troll's head in one shot.

But no matter how powerful a shotgun is, it can't be used against sea titans, right?

"Ahem, we dwarves like shotguns. This is just an ornament we carry with us. It is our cultural tradition! For example, I am an archaeologist, and it is normal to carry a digging pick with me."

Brian coughed a few times, and waved the dwarves behind him to put down their weapons, but instead of dropping their guns, he said a few words to Eudora.

The fox man curled his lips, ignoring this face-saving old dwarf.

She whistled, and the hyenas tamed by the vulpera rushed forward howling. These fierce beasts had saddles on their backs, and she said to the dwarves:

"Ride on, come with me, the fair is about to start. Those elves are much more punctual than you, and they are much more particular."

Eudora touched the magic jewelry hanging on the belt, narrowed her eyes and said:

"They even brought presents to each of our captains. How can you dwarves be so rude, so come here with guns."

"Elves? The Relic Society?"

The old dwarf was shocked when he heard the fox man's words. He frowned and said:

"Those bastard elves who got into the eyes of money don't understand the value of cultural relics at all, they just want to take the cultural relics out and sell them, a group of bastards who have tarnished the sacred archeology!

You can't sell artifacts to them!

Also, who said we didn't bring presents? "

Brian rolled his eyes, took a few steps forward, handed the Seiko double-barreled shotgun to Eudora with both hands, and said:

"This is our gift! Now, the fine-crafted shotgun made by the dwarf master is a good thing that money can't buy. It is much more useful than the magic toys given to you by the elves.

Are you right? "

"Hey, this is good!"

The vixen pirate touched the heavy and fine gun in her hand, and her tail wagged even more happily. She made an aiming action deftly, turned her head and gave the old dwarf a thumbs up happily.

Say:

"Okay, you dwarves are quite sincere.

Let's go, let's go, I'll take you to my alpaca right now, those hypocritical elves are still trying to get in touch with the commander, I'll take you to see the cargo first. "

The cunning vulpe said softly:

"Didn't you just say that selling precious cultural relics to the elves is a waste? Just right, for the sake of this gift, you can go and pick one first.

I hope you brought enough money with you. "

"Don't try to kill us."

The old dwarf rode on the coyote mount that looked very dangerous. He pointed to Harrison next to him and said to Eudora:

"We brought the best scholar here, and he will be responsible for the valuation."

"I can't use him."

The fox man snorted, grabbed the rein and said:

"We have prepared treasure appraisers, all of whom are the longest-lived ancestor tortoise scroll sages. Since you are archaeologists, you must have heard of the name of the ancestor tortoise, right?

In the industry of appreciating treasures, besides my captain, who else can be more powerful than those angry tortoises? "

"Are you still related to the tortoise? It's amazing."

The old dwarf traveled all over the world, and his knowledge was outrageous. Naturally, he knew about the Tortoise, and he did not raise any objections to the pirates' arrangement.

But this time, his attention was on Yudora, and he said:

"When I was excavating archeology on the South Sea Islands, I heard some merchants say about you fox people. I heard that you only breed on the island of Zandarabon. How could you join the pirates?"

"Don't try to talk me out of it!"

Eudora glared at the old dwarf, and said:

"The captain said, you old Brian Bronzebeard is the most cunning, let me not answer any of your questions.

However, the captain also said that there are many ancient troll ruins in the Wharton Desert, and the prehistoric ruins of Nazmir also need to be explored, but only the most professional archaeologists can find the lost knowledge.

So, if you are interested, I can sell you the map of the ruins drawn by our fox people.

I guarantee that you will be the first batch of people to go to the great desert for archaeology.

There are so many secrets waiting to be revealed, don't you feel tempted?

After a while, I happen to be sending some people back to Zandalar to deliver supplies to my people. You and your people can go with you. "

"Really?"

The eyes of the old dwarf were shining, and he felt his hands and heart itching, a piece of prehistoric relics that no one has ever done archaeological work on! What archaeologist could resist the temptation?

But he hesitated and said:

"The League of Explorers has also applied to the Zandalari trolls before, but they won't allow us to set foot on their island."

"If they can control you, can they still control us?"

Yudora snorted and said proudly:

"Vulpers are natives of the Voldun Desert, and the Zandalari trolls' golden fleet will not stop our ships from entering there, so this is a rare opportunity, Your Excellency Brian, you must seize it.

Let me tell you, the troll ruins under the Voldun Desert are at least 16,000 years old, and they can be traced back to the barbaric years before the kingdom of the Zandalari trolls was established.

The jungle ruins of Nazmir are even more powerful.

I heard from those troll scholars that it was the first city of Azeroth's native civilization!

It was much earlier than the period when the city was established in the Elf Empire. Among the products this time, there are things we brought out of Nazmir. You can see it with your own eyes. "

"do not talk!"

Brian, already gasping for breath, said:

"Where's the map? Give it to me."

"Hehe, where's the money?"

The fox man waved the old map in his hand and said:

"You don't want to go whoring for nothing, do you?"

"this is for you."

The old dwarf grabbed his backpack, rummaged through it and found a delicate and brutal glove, threw it to Eudora, and said:

"This is a good thing I found in Zul'Gurubri, the capital of trolls. It's a very powerful magic item. It should be enough, right?"

"this"

The fox was a little hesitant. She turned around and took out a magic stone made by the mages of Nazaras Academy. She asked a few words towards the other side, and then said to the dwarf with a flick of her tail:

"This is a set, and there is another one. Give me that too, and I'll give you the map."

"How do you know it's a set?"

The old dwarf curled his lips.

Feeling sore, he gave the other glove to Vulpera in exchange for a map of the Zandalari ruins. He was looking at it happily, but Harrison behind him suddenly whispered to him:

"Things are in trouble!"

"Ok?"

The old dwarf looked up suspiciously and said:

"what happened?"

"there!"

Harrison pointed to another road not far away, and he said:

"I heard a familiar voice. It was Bud Nedlake's notorious cultural relic dealer. They were also invited. These pirates plan to sell the cultural relics in their hands to three companies at the same time!"

"Ah, damn it!"

The old dwarf's head hurt too, and he thought for a while, and said to Harrison:

"Don't be afraid, the money we brought this time should be enough to salvage the next part, and it's much better for the rest to fall into the hands of cultural relic dealers than fall into the hands of elves.

At least they don't destroy precious artifacts to gain damn power.

Maybe, we can work with those guys.

You go to contact them, Harrison, the relics should be placed in the museum in the Explorer's Hall, and must not fall into the hands of annoying elves! "

(end of this chapter)