"Quack~Quack~Quack~"

At a time when the world was enveloped by hurricane waves, amidst the changes of the world, atop the ruins of Zin-Azshari's palace on the dark bottom of the sea, a little murloc carrying a baggage was humming a murloc song with a weird tone while he was talking.

Lying on the head of a statue of Azshara that had been shattered by the earthquake, he held a murloc knife in his claws and tried to pry off the gems on the statue's eyes.

If this kind of damn behavior were carried out in the peacetime of the empire, the guards would definitely catch him first and ask questions later, but looking at the entire New Aessally now in ruins and falling into the sea, no one would pay attention to these small things.

The whole world is ruined, who cares about a little idiot who steals things?

Of course, the little fishman is not short of this gem either.

As the miraculous fish beast under the Quiet One, and the leader of the Guala Guala pirate group under the Undead Fleet, he is a famous hero of the murloc clan, and his murloc treasures have already spread all over the sea of ​​Azeroth thousands of years later.

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You don't have to worry about money at all, the main thing is to enjoy the simple pleasure of robbery.

Just look at the baggage behind it.

Queen Azshara's luxurious sheets were used to wrap various treasures snatched from the Queen's palace. The necklaces and pendants made of pearls and gemstones even fell out, and the use of such things as baggage fully demonstrated that this bad guy had something wrapped around his belt.

Several of his magic suitcases are full.

Even though Azshara has no time to care about these small things now, to steal something from the most powerful woman in the world so openly, what kind of arrogant banditry is this?

The little fishman also knows how to distribute these treasures.

After returning, he would first hand over 70% to Black, and the remaining 30% would be divided among his lovers.

You don’t need to leave any jewelry in your hands. Anyway, the food and clothing are provided by the owner. Its main job is to make Lord Evil God feel happy. The second job is to collect as many black materials as possible to satisfy the owner.

The Lord’s obscene voyeuristic desire.

It does these two tasks very skillfully.

This is also the main reason why the little fish man has been favored by the moody Lord Black for a long time. It understands the bad character of Sir Silencer better than anyone else in the world.

Just do what you like.

I also learned a lot about dark wisdom and so on.

"Quaa?"

The little fish man whistled proudly, and put the gorgeous gems that he had pried off in front of his eyes to appreciate it professionally. Just when he was about to take off the golden headdress of Azshara's statue, he suddenly felt a strange feeling.

Variety.

Time is speeding up around it.

It was as if I had been plucked out of the normal world, and everything on the seabed around me was rapidly losing its luster, turning yellow like a faded photo, and turning pale after a few moments.

The little murloc glanced regretfully at the golden headdress that he had not received, then turned around and waved goodbye to the upper elves behind him who were transformed into twisted deep-sea naga by the curse of flesh and blood implanted in the dark abyss.

It knows it's time.

It's time to go back to its and Blake's time.

Speaking of which, this trip was actually quite good. There were only a few places to visit, but there was a lot of fun to see!

This alone is enough.

The little murloc patted a stack of very obscene photos on its chest. It felt that the pirates would definitely like these "private photos" of Sunstrider and Ms. Vashj.

Then I can go to Quel'Thalas and sell it for a good price!

The figure of the fish-man disappeared like a collapsed quicksand sculpture on the ruins of the palace on the seabed, and was blown away by a cold and desolate current. The last few bits of quicksand also turned into faint points of light and disappeared in this sea of ​​disaster.

Returning during time travel is faster than ordinary teleportation. In almost a blink of an eye, the little fishman fell onto the cold stone slab of the Well of Destiny under the ground of Nathalas Academy.

The impact caused the little fool's baggage to tear open, and those gorgeous jewelry and luxury goods were scattered everywhere.

It was like a small golden mountain collapsed, reflecting a luxurious light in the special light of the magic tide rolling overhead.

And where the jewelry was scattered, the little fish man stood up with a croak and shook off the water stains on his body, then raised his head and glanced at the owner who was standing next to him with a pipe in his mouth and a heavy expression.

It rolled its eyes, took down the magic bag full of good things, held it in its hands, and presented it with both hands like a treasure.

Blake glanced at the treasure given by the little fishman. The ill-gotten wealth he got out of thin air made him smile widely. He symbolically took out a Silmaril from his bag and threw it in the book, then waved

He waved his hand and let the little fishmen freely distribute the remaining things.

This behavior made the little fool snort in displeasure.

Hey, it's about free distribution, but the captain's share cannot be less, and it must be sent to the fleet chief steward Eudora honestly.

But it doesn't matter, I can still make money, thanks to the wave of treasures sent by His Majesty Azshara who is already in the Abyss Heaven.

However, before leaving, the little murloc did not forget the "business". It handed over the stack of photos it had hidden to Blake with a sly look, and the latter puffed out smoke rings and took it in his hand to look at it.

Wow, this shooting angle and this timing of taking photos are so professional!

The selfless demeanor of Dath'Remar Sunstrider and Madam Vashj, who were trapped in the astringent hell, was vividly photographed. Needless to say, this thing will definitely fetch a good price in Quel'Thalas.

"This is your thing, don't forget to take it."

A low voice came from the other side of the Well of Destiny. The little fish man who was collecting treasures on the ground looked up and saw his beloved Mystery Box being thrown over.

It croaked and jumped up, took the treasure in its paws, turned it with a few deft clicks, and carefully placed it in its bulging luggage, and then looked at the magic tide and Arcando in a strange way.

Aman'Thul, the Titan Soul who walked out from under the crystal branches of the Tree of Er, made a gesture of thanks.

Of course, Lord Aman'Thul would not get angry with a murloc.

He walked slowly with a normal human-sized body and stood next to Blake. While stroking a hanging crystal branch, he said to the pirate:

"Is the matter done?"

"What you want to ask about is my conversation with Him, right?"

Pirate Chip rolled his eyes and said:

"I can only say that I have talked with Him and everything that needs to be said has been said. I don't dare to make a conclusion about what kind of results His thinking over ten thousand years will get. But based on my understanding of Lord Sargeras, I

I feel that He will not let us down."

"Well, how bad could it be?"

The King of Gods shook his head and said:

"It is enough to do your best in everything you do. In the half month since you left, the world has undergone many changes. You may be able to see it in person, but the Burning Legion's march among the stars has not stopped.

The Star Saints constantly travel between the Twisting Nether and Azeroth, and the loyal Algalon brings back the latest news.

The loss of Argus has made the demons extremely angry, and they are gathering rapidly. The number of demon infiltration incidents discovered in this world has increased a hundred times in the past week, and the whole world is in a mess."

"That's a good thing."

Blake admired the "**" in his hand and said casually:

"It's a good thing to put a little pressure on everyone at this time, so as to avoid the emergence of those fools who take crisis warnings as a joke. What about you? Are you prepared?"

"Um."

Aman'Thul nodded. The Titan Soul raised his head and looked at the sky. The thick Well of Destiny could not block his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"Eonar will stay at the Tree of Life in the Mac'Aree continent. Norganon and I will go to Ulduar to take charge, Khaz'goroth will be in Uldaman, and Gorgonas will be in the Temple of Origin in Uldum.

When the Burning Legion enters this world, we will activate the defenses built by the Titans, and we will extend our blessings and power to the mortal warriors of this world.

This will be the Pantheon's final battle among the stars.

We will do anything to protect our unborn sisters."

"You said such cruel words before the war started. It really made me lose confidence in the future war situation."

Blake complained and put away the gun in his hand.

He looked at Aman'Thul and said:

"You'd better survive. Even if the conspiracy of the Death Force is defeated, the imbalance of the six Forces has already begun. If all the supreme creations of the Arcane Force are killed, things will definitely develop in a more troublesome direction.

Don't expect everything on me.

I really want to become the 'mediator' of the Six Forces, but obviously my current strength is not enough. If everything goes well, the Eternals will suffer heavy losses, but the new order of the death world has not yet been established."

"oh?"

Aman'Thul blinked, and the wise Titan Soul quickly understood Black's plan. He said:

"So, you are going to the Shadow Realm next?"

"certainly."

Lord Evil God grinned a very hypocritical smile, coughed, pointed to the sky and said:

"The Dark Titan came to Azeroth in anger with swords and troops to cause trouble for me. Any sane conspirator would know that it's time to jump ship and run away.

If I had stayed in Azeroth before the war broke out, our great Emperor Denathrius would have doubted whether I was secretly causing trouble.

A mature professional jobber should dispel the customer's worries and suspicions in a timely manner.

After the layout here is almost complete, I will leave the world of the living and go to the kingdom of death to find a way out for myself. I am also very interested in going in and taking a look at the Holy Tomb of the First Born.

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To be continued...