Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 167 Murderer?

"Can you give me something to eat?" the female night elf looked at the fish soup on the table, licked her lips, and asked softly.

"No," Cowley replied deadpan.

"Please, I'm starving to death," Nu Anye begged, "I've been hungry for three days."

Carl picked up a piece of hard bread and stuffed it into the hands of the female dark night.

Unexpectedly, Nu Anye grabbed the bread, swung her hands round, and slammed Karl on the chest hard. Although he was protected by a defensive spell, he was knocked down to the ground. Nu Anye then kicked him, and Karl threw a blow at a log. Same, rolled towards the door.

Several companions reacted quickly. Carol and Black surrounded the Nightmare in the middle one after the other. Cowley pulled out a two-handed crossbow and pointed at the Nightmare, ready to go.

At this time, the wooden door of the room was opened from the outside, and Karl, who was lying on the ground, saw a big greasy face appearing in the field of vision, it was the acting captain Khalil Torrance.

Khalil Torrance looked at Carl who was lying on the ground, and then at the female night elf surrounded by Koroll and Black in the center of the room.

"who is she?"

"She might be the murderer," Carl said to Khalil Torrance, sitting on the floor, arranging some messy high elf clothes.

After the battle of Nanhai Town, the black robe was severely damaged in the battle, and the constant spells on the robe were destroyed. With the big hole in the chest and the scratches on the back, it was no longer usable.

And Karl's spare robe is the basic robe of Dalaran, without any gain, he simply gave up the mage robe and put on the most popular high elf costume in Quel'Thalas.

"What?" Khalil Torrance turned pale with fright, hiding behind Carl as if facing an enemy, and said nervously, "Take her under control!"

Khalil Torrance's cowardice made Carl dumbfounded. Carol took out a rope from his pocket and tied the feet of the female dark night. , holding the hard bread and gnawing on it.

"Say, why did you kill two sailors!!"

After confirming his safety, Khalil Torrance regained his composure, and said viciously to the female dark night.

"What sailor? I don't have one!" Nu Anye stopped what she was doing, showing a puzzled expression.

"You still dare to quibble," Khalil Torrance slapped the table heavily, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish!!"

Cowley looked at the fish soup splashed out on the table with some distress. There was a whole pot of three-kilogram salmon, and the few people didn't eat much. Instead, Nu Anye ate some, and the rest of the fish soup was wasted Lost a lot.

"I didn't kill anyone! I just wanted to hitch a ride back to Kalimdor!" The female dark night turned pale with fright, and quickly explained, "I didn't kill anyone. Although I am a thief, I am also a thief who loves life. The night elves, sailors and I have no grievances, I will not kill people for no reason!"

"Then what happened last night," Carl thought for a moment, and asked aloud, "Last night, in the cabin, why did you attack the sailors?"

"Attack? Sailor?" Nu Anye showed a puzzled expression, "I didn't!"

"I hid in the cargo box for several days. I almost fainted from hunger. I came out to look for food. The sailor's pockets were full of rations!"

"Mr. Mage, what do you think?" The complicated incident made Khalil Torrance's mind a little bit overwhelmed, and he looked at Karl with help-seeking eyes.

"It's hard to say," Carl shook his head.

"From the two deaths, it is speculated that she is indeed capable of killing two sailors. Do you still remember that we speculated that the murderer was precise and powerful?"

Khalil Torrance and Cowley nodded. "That's right."

"This guy is very strong, and his technique is also very precise. The most important thing is that the murderer of the two deaths did not have any violent resistance. Earlier we speculated that the murderer might be familiar with the deceased and was defenseless."

"There is another possibility that the thief's sneak attack will also make the deceased unsuspecting and be killed with one blow."

"Then this matter is settled," Khalil Torrance slapped his thigh hard, and suddenly realized, "I'll call someone and throw her into the sea to feed the fish!"

Cowley turned his face blankly, looked at Khalil Torrance with a painful face, and said depressedly: "Could you please pat your thigh next time?"

"But what about the motive?" Carl waved his hand and said helplessly, "There is no motive for killing!"

"The sailors don't know this female dark night, she has no reason to kill."

"Whatever," Khalil Torrance shrugged indifferently, "I'd rather kill her by mistake than let her go. I'll just throw her overboard and feed her to the fish!"

"Help, I'm not a murderer, I didn't kill anyone, I'm just a poor man who fainted from starvation!"

"By the way, what's the reaction of the sailors now?" Carl took out a simple shelf, carefully placed the fish soup on the shelf, and then began to cast spells.

A group of red flames appeared under the shelf and began to heat up. Cowley opened the window of the room to allow the fog to dissipate as soon as possible.

"Scared, very scared."

"The morale of the sailors has been greatly hit. They have no intention of working now. After all, life is the most important thing. It is difficult for them to refocus on work when safety cannot be guaranteed."

Khalil Torrance took out a bottle of rum. When Carol saw it, his eyes lit up. With a bang, he uncorked the bottle, filled the glasses on the table, and found another empty one. Glass, filled and handed to Khalil Torrance.

"It's time to boost the morale of the sailors, and you're giving them a helping hand."

"A female dark night who is very likely to be a murderer, whether she is a murderer or not, as long as the sailors believe that she is a murderer, isn't it enough?"

Khalil Torrance raised his wine glass and touched Carol, and said indifferently, "Anyway, we have nothing to lose."

"This can not only boost morale, but also stabilize the overall situation, so let's throw her into the sea and feed the fish."

"Please! I'm really not a murderer," Nu Anye looked terrified, the pride on her face disappeared, replaced by a look of despair, with sadness in her eyes, pleading bitterly.

Under Karl's flame, the fish soup boiled again quickly, and he extinguished the flame in his hand.

"The Mage's Hand."

Under the control of the mage's hand, the fish soup returned steadily to the center of the table, and then skillfully put away the shelf.

"I don't agree." Carl turned around and said in a deep voice, "She has no motive for killing."

"You can reserve your opinion. After we throw her away and there is no murder, you will know how wise my actions are today."

(End of this chapter)