Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 998 94. The leading party is always at hand

   Garrosh dragged his exhausted body out of the captain's room, the brown orc boy couldn't remember what happened after he put on that weird mask.

   His thoughts were chaotic, and he only remembered a greasy voice occupying his mind, as if it expelled his soul and replaced it.

   That was a pretty scary experience.

  Young Master Roar once suspected that he would not survive and would be sacrificed by the evil pirates to that weird evil god, but it turns out that not every weird thing longs for a soul.

   He was finally freed, and the wicked captain threw him a note to go to the mechanical gnomes for weapons and armor, and let him rest for the attack on Zul'Farrak.

   Garrosh didn't know where Zul'Farrak was or what the name meant, but he knew he had finally taken his chance.

   Although my body is painful and exhausted as if I have stayed up for five days and five nights in a row, I wish I could go back to sleep now, but my spirit is very exciting.

   He can finally become a warrior instead of a deck-wiping coolie!

   This is more than a beautiful thing.

He must quickly tell his friends about the "inside information" that he bought with his life, so that they can also be prepared. The five orc boys and girls from other worlds must shine on this battlefield and open themselves up. the legendary story.

   However, the spirited young Roar never thought of a problem.

   The harder he tries to prove himself, the more he will dedicate himself to the cause of the stinky pirates.

   Even on the day they first got on the ship, the five orcs had agreed that they would never give in, but it turned out that in front of the stinky pirates, their persistence was meaningless.

  Black has a way to get those who disobey him to give their loyalty to him willingly.

   And having absorbed enough "life force" from Garrosh, the divine power mask belonging to old Bwonsamdi can finally exist without the host.

  The smelly pirate in the cabin had just given away his Sakir skull "pendant", and there was another troll mask floating around him.

   "Wow, your men really have unique skills."

   Bwonsamdi shook his mask in the air, and said sincerely:

   "Although that orc boy is very immature, his vitality is really tenacious, and his blood is full of vitality. Ordinary people will at least get seriously ill if I absorb their life like this.

   But that kid was just like nobody, yawned a few times and it was over.

  With such a physique, he will sooner or later become one of the most feared warriors in Azeroth, and he has already served you. Is this the terrible thing about prophets?

  Teach me, my friend, I also want such an excellent subordinate. "

   "Don't you have it?"

   Sitting on the captain's chair, he took out the blank scroll, ready to record his psychic learning, and Blake glanced at Bwonsamdi's mask, and said:

   "My good friend and sworn enemy, Captain Gaboa, named his flagship the 'Reaper'. As a **** who roamed the world 7,000 years ago, I don't think he chose the name casually.

   And I learned from my sources that Gaboa has returned from a cursed skeleton to a sturdy flesh and blood, which is not something that can be done with a few random spells.

   After all, his curse was released by you yourself.

   So, honestly, is he your servant? "

   "Of course. Not at all."

  Old Bwonsamdi let out a weird and sharp laugh, the long-sounding laughter of the sign was quite sarcastic, making Blake want to pick up a knife and smash this bastard.

   But the troll death is now under the fence, even if he is taunting, he will not dare to use his full firepower.

   After appreciating Blake's unhappy face, he explained:

   "Really not! Old Bwonsamdi and Gaboa are just a cooperative relationship. You said you were going to transport the souls of troll heroes to my underworld, but it turns out that you are a bad embryo.

  I'm doing things everywhere, but I don't do the right thing. I'm also afraid of the enemies you provoke, so I've always wanted to distance myself from you.

   But your suggestion is quite good. After thinking about it for several days, old Bwonsamdi felt that I really needed some 'professionals' to select those excellent souls for me to fill my small country.

   And at this time, Gaboa took the initiative to find the door.

   That bad embryo is learning from you, there is no doubt about that.

  The best thing is that he learned it well, he signed a contract with me, asking me to help him reshape the content of the death curse, in exchange, he will bring me the souls of those troll heroes.

   He is much more dedicated than you. In the past few months, my Hades Palace has been very lively! New souls are sent every fortnight.

  Unfortunately, the good times don't last long.

   Alas, old Bwonsamdi is so unlucky, every time I encounter good things before I enjoy them, bad things follow one after another, but I'm used to those bad things. "

   Having said this, Bwonsamdi looked Blake up and down, and he said with a sour taste:

   "Seriously, if it weren't for the dignity of old Bwonsamdi, I would really like to kneel and lick you like old Gani.

   That trash guy is awesome now.

   I heard that in addition to the original 'begging', 'collecting', and 'patron saint of the humble', which no one admired, it also got two clerics of 'keeping the promise' and 'mailing'.

   That guy has been unlucky and humble for tens of thousands of years. He was lucky to be in a mess within two years of meeting you. Now he is about to get rid of the level of weak Loa.

   You are such a good friend. "

   "That is, I am the most generous to my friends, provided you are really willing to be my friend."

   Black glanced at Bwonsamdi.

   He rubbed his chin and said:

"Seeing that you are so down, I start to think that you are a good investment target. This person, you always have to go through low points to get to know yourself better. After you understand your own shortcomings, you will think about lowering your profile and seeking help.

   We can indeed work together, my dear Bwonsamdi.

   Actually, I'm not hiding from you, I've been planning a very, very exciting thing related to trolls, I want."

  The smelly pirate suddenly stopped talking and looked forward.

   His dear First Mate Long jumped out of the air and was about to give the captain a kiss when he suddenly found a strange mask floating there, so he straightened his back and assumed a businesslike attitude.

   She said to Blake:

   "Captain, the troll you caught before has woken up. She wants to see you and says that she has something important to report, related to Zul'Farrak."

   "Look, isn't the Leading Party here?"

  Blake laughed, leaned back in his chair, nodded to the first officer, and said:

   "Bring her here."

  Sefir turned and left very skillfully. After she disappeared, old Bwonsamdi said meanly:

   "Oh, beautiful love, how romantic, what a hell, even the undead have a sour smell. Blake Shaw, I admit that I underestimated you.

  You have mixed tastes. "

   "Shut up if you can't speak."

  The smelly pirate raised his face and said:

   "We have a very simple relationship. How can you say it with such a rude mouth, it seems like a very lowly."

   "Can that not be cheap?"

  Old Bwonsamdi hummed a few times and said:

"I'm not bragging, but I also had a few very romantic loves back then, and even Shadra was my little lover. It wasn't until I found out that she wanted to kill me one time, that I put away this danger. game.

   I don't even have to guess what happened between you and your first mate.

   No wonder I sensed a very strange thing on your boat, it was for her, okay, my dear Blake Shaw.

  Look, I really need a temporary body right now, why don't I?"

  The troll Reaper said to Blake very rudely:

   "I don't actually recommend stuffing something into your body, and I can be very hot. Maybe this relationship can make you trust me more?

  I am willing to pay more for our friendship. "

   "vomit"

  The pirate vomited aside and said:

   "Enough is enough, Bwonsamdi, you've proven your sincerity by throwing away Loa's dignity! But don't disgust me, please."

   "Jie Jie Jie"

   Old Bwonsamdi made a long line of giggles.

   It can be said that he is playing cheap to cover up his inner loneliness and suffering, but it is also very likely that this guy has a bad personality

In short, after a few minutes, Sefir walked into the cabin with the severely frostbitten Sand Furious Water Zhanshi, who was still wearing shackles and chains on his frostbitten wrists and welt marks on his neck. I have been bullied by the villains on the ship these days.

   After seeing Black, the troll shrank her neck.

   After seeing the weird troll mask floating beside Blake, she fell to her knees in fright and screamed loudly:

   "Ah, Bwonsamdi, don't take me away"

   "Yo, this is a Loa priest who can tell my divine power at a glance."

  Old Bwonsamdi also said something in surprise. His mask floated beside the trembling female troll, circled around her a few times, and said disdainfully:

   "A priest of a feeble beast who is about to lose the power of Loa, no wonder the powers in you are so weak that you can't tell. Isn't that sad beast in Gazirella still alive?"

   "The holy beast. The holy beast is very weak, but it persists."

  Shui Zhan Shi Veresa originally asked to see Black in order to survive as a leading party, and also thought about bargaining with the stinky pirates, but as soon as he came in, he saw the mask of the troll Death, and the little thought in his heart suddenly flew to the sky.

   This meeting did not require Blake to ask any more questions, and the terrified Master Shui Zhan said all his thoughts.

   Bwonsamdi is nothing more than a mysterious existence to the outsiders, but to the trolls, the reputation of this nasty, moody death **** is terrible.

  Veresa shook her body and said:

   "I heard from the evil warlock Zalak that you are going to invade Zul'Farrak, I can surrender, I can dedicate my strength to you.

   And all I ask is for you to help the holy beast of Sandfury.

  Sur, the Sandwalker, obtained the magic of extracting the divine power of Loa from the evil priests of Zandalar, and he has persuaded Chief Ukzi that he is about to sacrifice the holy beast that has sheltered us for thousands of years to the desert.

   He wants to draw the power of holy beasts to create the **** warriors of the Sandfury clan.

   I argued with him with the few remaining priests of Gaz'rilla, and Sul gave us a choice. He wanted us to take back the Abyssal Crown to help Gaz'rilla regain his strength.

   Or kill the holy beast.

   He declared that a feeble beast was no longer able to protect Sandfury, and rather than continuing to feed it with a precious source of water, it would be more sensible to use its debilitating power before it died.

   This is a betrayal!

   This is blasphemy! "

  Shui Zhanshi is a very sincere priest, which can be seen from her increasingly angry tone.

   She lay on the ground and said to Blake:

   "Although my fellow priests in Zul'Farrak are getting weaker and less influential, at least we still have a group of faithful believers.

   We can serve as your escort, the evil and great captain, we can help you take down Zul'Farrak, we have only one request.

  Holy beasts cannot die!

   That was the last glory of the Sandfury clan. "

   "What a great reason to defect."

  Blake patted the table and said in the old troll language:

   "The peak was born with hypocritical support, and I agree with the loyal believers who witness at dusk. You go to prepare, Shui Zhanshi, I will let Zalak bring a group of people to cooperate with you.

   I also don't need you to disturb the city from the inside, that would be too embarrassing for you.

   I have only one request.

  You have to control the city around the holy water pool and hold on until my subordinates arrive, and do you know the legend of the Sandfury Troll's Flayer?

   Whose hands are those two ancient swords? "

   "Susas?"

  Shui Zhanshi raised his head in astonishment and looked at Black.

  The legend of this Sandfury Sword has always been rumored only near Tanaris, and other troll clans simply do not believe that such an artifact is still in the hands of the long-lost Sandfury clan.

   But as a priest of Loa of the Sandfury clan, Veresa knew that the legend of the Flayer was true.

   She even saw two ancient swords separated.

   However, that is the foundation of the Sandfury clan, if you give it that way.

   Facing Blake's question, Shui Zhanshi hesitated for a long time, but finally she looked at the troll mask beside Blake and seemed to make up her mind, she said:

   "I know, I've seen two swords hidden in the treasure trove of the Chieftain and the Overseer, a secret location known only to the top of Sandfury.

  Great Captain, after the safety of the sacred beasts is secured, I will personally present them to you along with the wealth accumulated by the Sandfury clan for thousands of years. "

"very good."

  Blake heard what Shui Zhanshi meant, but he didn't care, he just waved his hand and let her go down to prepare.

   After watching Veresa limping out of the captain's room, Black turned to look at Bwonsamdi and said:

   "Look at Gazrellah's downfall, but still have such a loyal priest in his hand, and look at you again! Tsk tsk, some lonely old Loa is really shameful."

   "Indifferent death never needs to be worshipped and followed. The stinky pirates who don't understand these are the saddest."

   Bwonsamdi retorted:

"But the Sandfury clan is notorious for being a sinew, maybe it's a good idea to find new priests among them. You promised before that you would give me Zul'Farrak as the new Hades Palace. ."

   "What is Zul'Farrak, a desert city."

  Black curled his lips and despised Bwonsamdi's short-sightedness. He took out the chart, stroked the direction of the North Sea, and said:

   "Look a little longer, you will have a royal city as the temple of the underworld in the future, the premise is that you must always be my friend, come on, teach me the knowledge of the mind.

   Let me see what mysteries are in the knowledge of the dead. "

   (end of this chapter)