Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1033 129. I just said how did we get along so well, it turns out that you old boy is also a twenty-five boy

   The work of purging the evil remnants of the Crystal Valley is going very smoothly, and the whole battle has entered the final process. After Chogall was judged and died, these cultists lost their leaders, and it was difficult to fight against the wolf-like invaders.

After seeing with their own eyes the remains of the blood sacrifice pit and the evil ritual of calling the void that the cultists had held in the Crystal Valley, the piles of the skeletons of the victims of various races that were discarded at random made simple and honest people like Kane Bloodhoof Out of anger.

   If he was hesitant about the necessity and justice of killing the bloodsail pirates before, now, in the crystal valley where there are corpses, Kane is no longer at a loss.

  In order for the rest of this wonderful world to enjoy life in peace, the scum of the fallen gods must die!

   There is not the kind of evil that Black can tolerate that will bring about the right outcome.

   Evil here is unacceptable!

  Speaking of which, Magatha Wild Totem, the war old woman in the Bloodhoof clan, seems to have sent away a few shamans every month for a period of time, saying that she went to travel and study, but no one came back.

  Kane frowned tightly.

   He had some bad guesses in his mind.

   After he decided to go back to Desolace, he began to investigate whether Magatha was connected to these Twilight's Hammer cultists.

   If there is, then Magatha's behavior has exceeded the limit he can tolerate!

   She was taking the entire clan into the fire pit.

   You must prepare yourself in advance.

  Kane has some insights into justice and the real world, but Black is embarrassed because no one wants the precious "loot" he brought back this time.

   "I don't want this thing! It's too ugly. Do you want to make the enemy laugh to death by taking such a thing out to fight?"

   The idiot Fina, who has always liked to collect all kinds of weapons, scoffed at the purple-black Twilight Hammer in Black's hand. She felt that it was uncomfortable to look at, and the shape was too weird and not suitable for fighting.

  Xiaoxing also hid aside and nodded again and again.

  Princess Blue Dragon's aesthetics are very high-profile, and it is difficult for her to like evil things like Twilight's Hammer.

   And to be honest, the weapon that Chogall forged for himself is indeed a bit "non-mainstream" in terms of appearance.

  The hammer head of the warhammer is huge and bloated, not to mention that there are loops of strange metal drawn around the hammer handle to form spikes, which will cause the user to accidentally pierce the skin and bleed.

   In addition to the warhammer, there is a ring of spikes made of silver-gray metal, and the metal hammer head even extends sharp thorns, making this weapon weird.

   is more like a sacrificial item than a melee weapon.

   "You don't know the goods."

  Black carried the Twilight Hammer, like an auctioneer introducing the auction items, and said to others:

   "This warhammer is made of rare elemental steel mixed with the power of the elements, and Cho'gall must have added some elemental magic to it when he made it.

   Don't think it looks weird, but it is the same elemental weapon as the Doomhammer in the legend of the orcs, and you can use it to control the elements.

   This thing is much rarer than ordinary magic weapons, and because of the infusion of void, the holder can have resistance to the power of the void.

   I said, if you don't want it, I'll take it.

   Don't say I don't give you good things in the future. "

   "Don't lie to others!"

   Fenna yawned and said:

   "I also learned some forging techniques in Ironforge. The warhammer is obviously a semi-finished product, the embryo of an evil thing. After getting it, the risk is very high. I won't give you a test cannon fodder."

  “嘁”

  Blake's little abacus was exposed, and the smelly pirate snorted disdainfully, as if he was too lazy to talk to these ignorant girls.

Kane, who was resting next to   , was originally a little interested in this warhammer that could manipulate elements, but after hearing Fenna say it was an evil thing, Lao Niu immediately waved his hand.

   indicated that the Bloodhoof clan was very weak and could not afford this thing.

   "Forget it, hum."

  The stinky pirate turned and left, and winked at Sefir again. The mate dragon quickly followed. In a corner of the Crystal Valley, Blake, who was smoking a pipe, handed her the Twilight Hammer in his hand.

   He whispered:

   "I transferred Xal'atath to this Hammer of the Elements tonight, infused with the Void, making it, like the Blade of the Dark Empire, a temporary carrier of the essence of the Void.

   After entering the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, you cannot bring Xalatas with her, her breath will be noticed by C'Thun.

   You take this warhammer with you and send it over when it's all done.

   Don't alert other people at that time. "

   "But without the protection of Xal'atath's Void power, you face the ancient gods, will you?"

  Sefir asked a question with some concern, Blake shook his head, exhaled a smoke ring, and said:

   "I have stepped into the void, and I will no longer fear the erosion of the void with or without the protection of Xal'atas, not to mention, I will not be reckless enough to challenge C'Thun in person.

  Don't worry, I have my own plans.

  Xalatas, I don't trust anyone with this situation now, so I can only take care of you. "

   "You want to save her?"

   Chief Mate Long stroked the evil warhammer in his hand, and she said:

   "No wonder you made up your mind to fight with the ancient god. It was for her? Is she so important to you? Would you do this for me?"

"I can."

  Black looked Sefir in the eyes and said:

   "But will you let me go on such an adventure?"

"Never."

  Sefir snorted, stretched out his hand and flicked the pirate's forehead, and said:

   "I'm not like Xal'atas who only gets into trouble, I'll never make such a fuss, I know what to do to make you remember me.

  I am much smarter than her. "

   "Then let me tell you, I didn't do it just for Xal'atath."

  Blake took a puff of his pipe and said seriously:

   "The ancient gods must be 'visited' one by one. This is a problem that must be faced sooner or later. I will do it with or without Xalatas."

   "No need to explain, I understand."

  Sefir made a pause and said:

   "I have never regarded Xal'atas as an opponent, she is the weakest of the three of us, more like your pet than your lover, I am more worried about Maiev

  I can feel that you and her are not over yet, and even this relationship is not even the beginning.

   But you don't have to worry about it either.

   This is a women's war, and you, a big man, can't get involved, so focus on business, I won't hold you back, I promise. "

   "Well, I don't believe the guarantee of language alone."

  The pirate squinted his eyes and said:

   "How about something substantive?"

   "So, tonight"

  Sefir's cheeks were flushed and he just opened his head when he heard a commotion in the back, the murlocs were screaming, as if they were in trouble.

   Soon, the old blind eye ran over dragging his Naga spear, dancing and yelling at Black, then turned and ran back. The smelly pirate's eyes lit up, and he took Sefir's hand and disappeared in place with a flicker.

  The magical little fishman has found something good again!

  Black soon came to the cave surrounded by murloc pirates. The murlocs outside the cave were very nervous. They clenched all kinds of weapons in their hands and watched the cave vigilantly, constantly making various strange noises.

   After seeing Black coming over, these nervous murlocs seemed to have found their backbone, and they croaked to make way for the pirates.

  Black saw a layer of wind barrier covering the entrance of the cave, and probably knew the problem.

   He nodded to Sefir, motioned her to wait outside, adjusted his clothes, and strode into the dark cave. As soon as he entered, he saw the marshmallow-like body of Deng Shen, and the little murloc was holding a strange jar on the other side.

When he saw the pirates coming, the little murloc immediately ran over and put the jar in Black's hand. It was like a hand-dragging shopkeeper, very playfully wiping off the sweat that didn't exist, then shaking it again. He walked out of the cave with his body.

   Apparently the murlocs didn't intend to be part of the conversation between Black and the Djinn.

   It has already sensed that the matter is important from the quirky attitude of the lamp god, and it is not like a murloc can participate.

"I heard that you have been very busy recently, and you have been doing business in the entire Azeroth world. Even the savage vrykul people in Northrend have begun to spread about the lamp **** and air coins. legend."

  Blake played with the weird bottle in his hand, and first greeted the rare lamp **** who showed up.

   The latter rocked a marshmallow-like body, and the turban hat on his head was still as exotic as before, making people feel strange.

   Facing Blake's greetings, Deng Shen coughed a few times, and said in his tone like the wind blowing through the mountains and forests:

   "I have to do this, the priesthood of trading requires me to travel between different traders, bring the best service to my guests, and then complete each transaction with a clear price.

   As close as I am with you, my number one trader.

   I know you have magical abilities, and I don't expect to keep the secret of the Vial of Rebirth in front of you, but I do need it, albeit rare.

   But I am willing to hand over the pricing power to you.

  Say it.

  How much do I have to pay to get the spoils in your hand? "

   "It's not about the price, my friend."

  Blake looked at the bottle with orange light in his hand and some of the wind essence that had been collected in it. He tossed the bottle up and down, watching the lamp god's eyes rise and fall with the bottle.

   He stretched his voice and said:

   "I can even give it to you for free, or I can refuse your trade request, my attitude depends on your attitude, my dear Djinn.

  Yes, I know the effect of the bottle of resurrection.

   I know this thing is used to revive some powerful elemental creatures, and the method of making it dates back to the days of the Dark Empire. I thought that such knowledge had long since been annihilated in history, but I didn't expect that someone in this era would be able to make it.

   Then tell me, friend.

   Who are you going to resurrect with it?

   What is your plan? "

   Facing Blake's question, Deng Shen was obviously a little hesitant. The wind around him was rhythmic, representing his uneasy mood. After a few seconds, he said like a breeze:

   "I broke away from the Sky Wall at the end of Dominion and became a free wind elemental, but it wasn't just because I longed for freedom or foresaw that the elementals would be defeated by the Titan Guardians.

   This is just an appearance.

   I am very disappointed with the Sky Wall.

  The erratic nature of the Wind Rider predestines it to be unable to command the wind element to win even a trivial victory, and the infighting of the wind lords has ruined the monarch I was loyal to.

   I was also an ideal elemental creature, my friend.

   But with the death of the monarch, all my ideals were in vain. After millions of years away from the Sky Wall, I have given up on my old ambitions.

   After sensing the Vial of Resurrection, I realized that perhaps my lost dreams and my withered loyalty could be redeemed.

  I want to resurrect it!

  I want to revive the master of all the wind element destiny, I want to revive the guy who can lead the sky wall to become great again, its name is"

   "Windseeker Sunderland?"

  Blake suddenly said the name, causing Deng Shen to be silent for a moment.

   It sighed with emotion, then nodded.

"Ha ha ha ha"

  The stinky pirate covered his stomach and let out a series of loud laughter, as if he had heard something funny.

   "Is there anything funny about my story?"

  Dengshen asked in a dissatisfied tone.

  Black waved his hand and said:

   "No no no, I'm not laughing at your loyalty, my friend, I'm just sighing that fate is so impermanent and loves you and me so much.

  Wait a minute, I'll show you something that may subvert your perception.

  Sefir, call Fenna here! "

  The pirate shouted out of the cave.

   After a while, the fool Fina whistled slowly and walked over, and at the request of the pirates, she took out the things she had always treasured from her luggage.

   When the Djinn saw the intact Windchaser Imprisoned Skull in Black's hand, it let out a roar of shock and joy, and then laughed like Black.

   "Your monarch never died, my friend Sunderland the Windseeker was imprisoned by the evil Fire Lord for millions of years and never yielded.

   Now that we have the Vial of Resurrection, it is only a matter of time before the Wind Chaser re-emerges on the Sky Wall.

   But I don't think now is a good time. "

  Black threw the imprisoned skull in his hand and said to the lamp **** in front of him:

"We need to plan well, and I happen to be advancing a business related to the sky wall. Now that we have shared each other's secrets, I think we should establish a deeper and more trustworthy partnership than the trader. .

What do you think? "

   "Well, I've always had confidence in your dark wisdom, my evil friend Blake."

   The lamp **** shook his fluffy body, it glanced at the imprisoned skull in the hands of the pirates, and it said:

   "Then, let's sign a contract, I am willing to ally with you, but I have one request. The wind chaser must replace the wind rider, and the desolate sky wall must be great again!"

   "Of course, my friend, that's why I rescued His Highness Sunderland from the evil Fire Lord."

   Black nodded in agreement.

   He stretched out his hand towards the lamp **** and said:

   "I am willing to devote my wisdom and strength to the rise of Prince Sunderland, and I also believe that my efforts and my loyalty will be rewarded.

   However, I don’t think we need to do it ourselves to overthrow Alakir’s tyranny.

  Prince Sunderland needs the respect and not the hatred of his subjects. We can leave this kind of dirty hands to others to do.

   Let me arrange it. "

   (end of this chapter)