Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 996 92. Old Bangsandi teaches you to pit teammates

   "Where did you find this thing?"

  Docked in the cabin of the Nagfar in the waters outside the hot sand port, Black looked at the black troll mask that was placed on his desk.

   He looked strangely at the little fish man in front of him.

   The latter looked like he had picked up the treasure, rubbing his claws and waiting for Black to reward him.

   Hearing the pirate ask how it found the statue, the little fish man immediately recounted his previous experience.

   At that time, it was taking a group of murlocs, chasing turtles in the water near the hot sand port, and suddenly saw someone throw the mask into the sea, and ran over to pick it up out of curiosity.

   Little Xingxing, that idiot, doesn't know what's on the statue because she joined the team relatively late, but the little murlocs do.

As an "old man" who followed Blake to conquer the world all the way, Bumbolba recognized at a glance that it was the mask of the troll death **** Bwonsamdi. When he and Blake went to the Underworld, he saw a lot of similar styles, and he would never admit it wrong. .

   hurriedly sent it back to Blake.

   Facts have proved that the treasure hunting talent of the little fish is really not covered.

   As soon as this thing was delivered to the pirates, Blake immediately felt a trace of irregular vibration in the mask. It was definitely someone who specifically wanted to deliver this thing to himself.

   just borrowed the hand of the little murloc.

   "This is really strange, Eudora told me that Bwonsamdi's Hades Palace was empty, and old Ghani also said that Bwonsamdi had not been on Zandalar for a long time.

   That old thing just disappeared out of thin air.

   But now that I just arrived in Tanaris, its mask was delivered to the door, and I thought with my heels that there must be something in here. "

  Black picked up the death mask in front of him and looked at it carefully. From the perspective of conspiracy theory, he naturally came to a conclusion:

   "Old Bwonsamdi's 'clean-up' operation in Zul'Farrak must have failed, causing it to be caught by his adoptive father, but the old thing is so cunning, he must have put this thing in the desert ahead of time.

   It knew I would be here sooner or later.

   It has been waiting for me here.

   This may be a message it conveys, asking me to save people? still."

  Black looked at the black mask in his hand, and after seeing Old Bongsandi's expressive smile, he grinned, and it really had the same effect as the smile on the sand sculpture.

   However, although it was confirmed that this thing was related to old Bwonsamdi, it would be impossible for Blake to put this thing of unknown origin on his face.

  Who knows what this mask has?

  What if Bwonsamdi's body will be taken away after the area is taken? That old guy is not a good thing, he can definitely do such a shameless thing.

  The smelly pirate rolled his eyes and said to the little fishman in front of him:

   "Come on, take it with you, and I'll give you something good."

   "Huh?"

   The little fishman's eyes widened, but he didn't expect that Black would actually let him "test poison". This wicked pirate is too bad to try it himself!

   Anyone who has been to Zandalar, who doesn't know that old Bwonsamdi is not a good thing?

   The little murloc swayed his claws, screaming and backing away. He didn't want any reward. He turned around and pushed open the door of the captain's room and ran away. Blake couldn't stop it.

  The stinky pirate watched the little murloc run away, and immediately sneered, thinking that this little idiot was too timid.

   He thought about it, took the mask out the door, and walked to the deck, just in time to see Garrosh swinging an axe in the corner, his brown face still bruised.

   At first glance, he recklessly challenged the shield girl and was beaten again.

This guy is very courageous. He inherited a tendon from the Hellscream family. He didn't know how to retreat if he couldn't beat it. Good "sandbags".

  Blake is not good at commenting on the "self-abuse-style" practice of Young Master Roar, but just by looking at the manner in which this orc boy is wielding his axe with a straight face, he knows that he is not only being beaten these days.

The axe that    swung out had indeed taken on the aura of a warrior.

   But that's not enough.

  Garrosh Hellscream has a father like Grom, which is doomed to him on the road of warriors can only continue to move forward under the terrible shadow and pressure that Grom brings him.

   As for the goal of surpassing his father, Garrosh did not dare to set it lightly, which meant that he might have to fight for a lifetime.

   "Hey, you can't do that with your axe."

  Black, throwing his mask up and down in his hands, called out to Garrosh, and the orc kid glanced at the pirate, turned his back on him, and continued to swing his axe.

It had been so long since    on board, he had heard true and false stories of Blake from other sailors.

Although    is definitely a bit exaggerated, it is enough to prove that his captain is a powerful person, but Black's bad personality makes Garrosh really dislike him.

  Especially after Delanosh gave him an analysis of the purpose of the five of them being put on the boat by Black, Young Roar hated this conspirator even more.

   "I heard from my servant that she was in a hurry when she brought you back from Nagrand, and did not come with your weapons. You can't fight with the shield girls with a wood-chopping axe."

   Black came over with the mask in his hand, and said to Garrosh:

"You also know the rules of undead pirates, you have to **** or buy what you want. Pascal, the third mate and quartermaster in the second deck cabin, can make you the tomahawk that best meets your requirements, allowing you to truly Own a weapon of your own.

   Just in time, we are going to go to the land these few days to fight the trolls. I think it is time to open a meal for you, this little chick, and see blood.

  Want to go with me? "

   "I fought the Broken with the wolf cavalry in Nagrand!"

   Garrosh said unconvinced:

   "I'm not a warrior who hasn't seen blood."

   "Really? Then why did you get beaten so badly by the shield girls?"

  Blake widened his eyes and asked curiously:

   "I think it's only a little bit weaker between the Shatterer of Draenor and the Shield Maiden of Odin?"

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  The stinky pirate's words made Young Master Roar want to smash the axe in his hand on his **** face. What is the difference between the Broken and the Shield Maiden?

   A hundred rickety Crusher might not be able to hurt a shield girl together, right?

The comparison of    is almost like a giant and a child.

   This is not an enemy of the same magnitude at all.

  The opponents of the shield girls should be those ogre brutes, or Goron cubs!

   "Okay, don't brag about your little combat experience in front of me, I also know that you are learning their skills from the shield girls, but your method is wrong."

  Black shook his head and said:

   "The fighting skills of the shield girls are based on their strong physical fitness and the strength advantage of half-giants. If you don't have their brute strength, don't learn their fighting skills.

   According to your current speed, I am afraid that you will be killed by them before you learn.

  If you really want to learn something, go to Lao Niu.

   With his simple and honest character and his relationship with your father, he will teach you without reservation. But now, I need you to do me a favor, brave orc boy. "

  The pirate threw the mask in his hand to Garrosh and said:

   "Bring it, and then I'll pay you extra, you can go to the quartermaster and ask for armor and weapons."

   "This is definitely not a good thing!"

   Garrosh looked at the black troll mask in his hand, he shook his body, and said vigilantly:

   "Maybe it's the voodoo stuff of the fallen arakkoa people. I heard a lot of stories like this in Nagrand. After wearing it, it will sacrifice my soul to the fallen evil **** or something."

   "No no no, this one won't."

  The smelly pirate took a sip of wine and explained seriously:

   "This will at most cause you to die on the spot, and you won't dedicate your soul to the evil god, and if you are on my ship, even if you die, your soul will be captured by the ghost ship.

   Don't worry, I'll find a way to bring you back to life.

   Well, there is an 80% chance that you can be resurrected successfully. "

   "I don't wear it!"

   Garrosh froze when he heard it, threw the mask to the ground, and shouted:

   "Isn't this a trap, you villain!"

   "Nonsense, of course it's a trap."

  Black looked at Garrosh who was furious in front of him with a strange look, and he said of course:

   "Otherwise, what would I do with you? Besides, why are you so angry? I paid you."

   "Am I worth a suit of armor and an axe in your eyes?"

  The young man roared his eyes and cursed:

   "If I can't beat you, I really want to give you."

   "What nonsense, my poor Garrosh."

  Black figured out the reason for the orc boy's anger. He shook his head helplessly, patted Garrosh on the shoulder and said softly:

   "How can you possibly be worth a suit of armor and a good axe in my eyes? You young man really doesn't understand me. I am a kind person who has always been very accurate in the value of people and things."

   Young Master Roar's face looks better now.

   But the next moment, the pirate's tone turned cold in vain, like a cold wind blowing Garrosh's neck, he said:

   "You're only worth an axe!

   That suit of armor is the extra premium I see for you on Hellscream's last name. Of the five orcs on board so far, you are the worst performer!

Agna has learned to read charts, Sora is also favored by the shield female leader and placed by her side as a guard who brings tea and water, Dranosh works meticulously on the ship, and my first mate has decided to give him the official sailor's office.

   The most inconspicuous Jolin Deadeye has also used his ingenuity to get on the line with Evil Eye, the warlock master under my command, and became an apprentice of Evil Eye.

   Only you!

  The work is not well done!

   The provocative shield girl who changes her method all day fights, but she can't beat others. Is it interesting to be beaten every day? Your heart is higher than the sky, and your life is thinner than paper.

  If you go on like this, Garrosh, I might think you're not worth an axe after a while.

  I'm giving you a chance to contribute to the fleet.

   Don't be ignorant. "

   Black pressed his fingers on Garrosh's shoulders.

  The shadows gathered like chains, making Young Master Hou's body stiff for a moment, as if he had been thrown into the abyss under the sea, the indifferent pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

   "I'll give you a chance to prove yourself in a few days."

  The smelly pirate saw Garrosh's angry face, so he relaxed his suppression, withdrew his hand, and said in a persuasive manner:

   "The Shield Maidens will take the five of you with them when they set off. They are going to fight the troll maniacs in a city with a team of thirty people. They need someone to fight.

  If you can kill more than five trolls, I won't let you wipe the deck, I will put you in the marines and make you a warrior.

   But first, you have to have your own weapons and armor, right? You can't go to the battlefield with a logging axe, can you? "

   His words made Garrosh hesitate.

   Afterwards, Young Master Roar saw Black gesturing at the troll mask at his feet with his eyes, and Garrosh remembered that his hands were sore from wiping the deck for a while.

   Maybe you really just need a chance to prove that you are a qualified fighter.

   He didn't want to stay on the Nagfar until the day when he couldn't straighten his back.

   Again, Black is right.

  Since he got on the boat, his brothers and sisters have been taking care of him. Agna secretly came to apply medicine for his wounds last night, persuading him to accept the reality inside and out.

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  Young Master Roar doesn't know anything.

   He didn't live well in Nagrand either, because of Grom's reasons, the orc children who played with him from childhood to adulthood hated him, and some people called him the butcher's son.

   He only had these four friends by his side since he was a child.

  If they all accept the reality, maybe they should put aside the past and look forward.

   "Okay, I wear it!"

   Garrosh gritted his teeth, picked up the troll mask, and threw the axe in his hand aside. Before putting on the mask, he looked at Blake, and said melancholy in a tone like entrusting the funeral:

   "If I die, you have to promise me, take care of my friends, they all have a bright future, they"

   "Take it with you, why so much nonsense!"

  Black impatiently stretched out his hand and put the mask on Garrosh's face. Who would have thought that Young Master Roar was such a sentimental child when he was young?

   I knew that I wouldn't be looking for him, Jolin and Dranosh were definitely more straightforward than him.

  The pirates had promised the old orcs to take care of them, and they would certainly not take their lives without warning. Garrosh's worries were unnecessary in the first place.

   It can only be said that this orc kid is really immature and thinks too much.

With the    troll mask on, Garrosh's body immediately stiffened, and he opened his mouth to make a hohohoho sound, like a chicken with a severed neck.

   is still like performing a mysterious cult ritual, as if being lifted by an invisible thread, twitching in place.

  Blake was stunned to see Garrosh wearing a mask performing a troll-style convulsive kick dance in front of his eyes, and then stood up in a weird posture after a split split.

   The eyes under the mask opened, revealing a pair of faint blue flames.

   The guy in the mask stared at Black, and after a long while he choked out a sentence:

   "You, you, why did you come here! Do you know how long old Bwonsamdi has been waiting for you here? You bastard, old Bwonsamdi is waiting eagerly.

quick!

  Stop talking and go to Zul'Farrak! Use your dark wits and evil powers to wreak havoc! Kill every Sandfury troll!

   Don't miss one!

   Sandfury's madmen want to rebuild Muezala's shrine, and they want to summon the World Eater to the material world, and old Bwonsamdi is trapped in the other world. This is the last way to communicate with the outside world.

   Come on, Blake!

Why are you standing there, Muerzala won't let you go once he comes back, he knows it was you who revealed to me the location of Zul'Farrak's Shrine of Death, and he has sworn to squeeze out your mojo for decoration his throne. "

"and many more!"

  Black made a pause gesture and asked:

   "How could Muezala know about me? I have nothing to do with the Father of the Night."

   "How else would you know?"

  Old Bwonsamdi shrugged, rolled his eyes, and said in a long, malicious voice:

   "Of course I told him."

   (end of this chapter)