Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 183 The Song of Shadows
The man in black left behind more than a dozen corpses, retreated like a tide, and hid in the woods by the side of the road. He didn't even want the tents and belongings in the camp.

Galina was about to rush into the woods, but was stopped by Karl, "Forget it, just in case the other party's ambush."

"Where's Black?" Karl's voice was a little anxious at this time. The men in black were able to enter the camp without a sound, which meant that they had successfully dealt with Black, otherwise the sneak attack would not have been successful.

"Here!" Cowley's figure appeared on the other side of the camp, waving the dagger in his hand, and beckoned to several people.

"Flash!"

Carl appeared beside Cowley out of nowhere, looked down, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Black was lying in a hidden corner, breathing evenly, and his life was not in danger.

Several people successfully woke him up. Black sat up straight, rubbed the wound on the back of his head, and said depressedly: "Sorry, I was attacked by surprise."

"Rogue's Sap."

After experiencing this incident, the few people did not feel sleepy anymore. Taking advantage of the darkness, they hurriedly put away the tents, extinguished the torches in the camp, burned the camp of the men in black, and left in a hurry.

What followed was a long journey. The people continued to advance along the trade road until the next day at dusk, and the city of Suramar was already in sight.

Suramar, once the most glorious magic city of the Highborne, this city is very old, as old as 1 years ago before the War of the Ancients,

In the shattering battle of the ancients, the continent of Kalimdor was torn apart, and part of the city of Suramar was also split off, falling into the endless abyss. Fortunately, the leader of the Nightborne, Elisande (formerly Magister), using the eye of Aman'Thul, a Titan artifact, successfully protected part of the city from disaster.

For the next 1 years, Suramar on the Broken Isles was protected by magic and cut off from the rest of the world. These former night elf residents were affected by the energy of the night well, and their skin changed. He became dark, his figure became thin and thin, his physique tended to arcane, and he gradually evolved into a son of the night.

Suramar is like a giant beast, lying quietly on the ground. Ten thousand years have passed, and the city has not changed much.

Karl could vaguely see the splendor of the highborne. The buildings were tall and majestic. Different from the rough style of the dwarves, the buildings of Suramar were both magnificent and exquisite, as if a tall but elegant beauty, facing everyone who came People who get here open their arms.

Carl opened the door of the room and found that the time was approaching noon, and the four of them, Cowley, Carol, and Galina, were sitting bored on the hotel table to pass the time.

Yes, the few people quickened their pace last night, and finally entered Suramar before midnight, and hurriedly found a hotel that looked pretty good by the city gate.

"Karl, so you got up so late too," Galina complained softly after seeing Karl, "As the captain, you don't have any role in setting an example!"

Carl smiled, ignoring her dissatisfaction, "Blake hasn't gotten up yet?"

"Mr. Black has already woken up and is waiting for you!"

At this time, Blake came from the hotel counter with 3 barrels of beer.

Karl was sitting at the table in the hotel, eating lunch quietly, without speaking, quietly feeling the magic around him. The Nightborne and the High Elf generally had little difference, except for their skin color, their body structures were almost exactly the same.

Similar arcane physique, weak physique, and most of the professions they are engaged in are also the same. Mage and priest are their first choice, followed by ranger, and the worst can only be a thief or hunter.

Few people can take up the profession of warrior. Even if they become warriors, the upper limit of development in the future will not be very high, and it is even more incomparable with dwarves and human beings.

The Well of the Sun is made from the spring water of the Well of Eternity, and the Nightwell in Suramar is made using a powerful Titan magic - the Eye of Aman'Thul, but the overall effect is similar, both for themselves races provide enough magic.

Karl carefully felt the magic around him. The concentration of magic here was several times higher than that in Silvermoon City. He was holding a glass of magic wine that the Children of the Night loved most.

After one bite, the pure magic power spread in Karl's body, and he felt a trace of shadow power from the magic power. Sure enough, any gift has a price.

These abundant magical powers provided the magical environment for the Nightborne to survive, and also quietly changed their bodies, turning them from the high elves into the strange appearance they are now.

After dropping 5 silver coins, Cowley took the lead to leave the hotel, and he led everyone skillfully through the streets.

The few people are not interested in shopping at present, they just want to hurry up and find a scholar who has lived long enough to decipher the secret of the slate in Mader's laboratory.

Obviously, in the city of Suramar, which is isolated from the outside world by tens of thousands, Cowley still has his own plan. De Manor.

There is a bandit organization called "Shadow Song" in the city of Suramar, with members spread all over Suramar and surrounding areas, but it is obviously not so easy to discover the disguise of these people and let them take them inside the organization.

But it doesn't bother Cowley, he at least knows where the two Shadow Songs connect.

He walked through the street with a few people behind him, and turned into a small alley near the Prancing Horse Hotel. The innermost part of the alley was an unremarkable gourmet wholesale shop.

This store looks like a gourmet store on the surface, but it is actually a meeting place for Song of Shadows.

However, the premise is to know the rules and codes.

The gourmet store is quite lively, surrounded by many night children in strange costumes.

Cowley danced and showed a flattering expression, and quietly approached the deli proprietress who was twice as wide as a normal night child.

He took out nine silver coins from his pocket, lined them up, placed them on the table, and whispered, "In the name of shadows."

Soon, another Night Child walked out of the gourmet restaurant and led a few people in another direction. Her pace was so fast that they had to move at full speed to keep up with her.

The people kept walking through the alley, and soon Carl became unable to distinguish the direction, and Carol began to complain.

Just when Carl thought this guy was amusing them, the woman in front stopped, "Sorry, the situation is critical now, we have to do this."

Karl scanned for a week and found that there was no one nearby, and followed his companion into a residential house.

What surprised him was that there was a hole in the underground of the dwelling, and several people had to turn into the underground tunnel and kept going, and finally reached the destination——Song of Shadows in ten minutes.

(End of this chapter)