Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 108 18. Welcome to the Land of Ages

   "I'm such an unqualified captain."

  At night, on the sandy beach in the north of Zandalar Island, the tide was still pouring into the sand, and Black was leaning on his sword, facing the sea where he was fighting hard just now.

   He closed his eyes, and said something in a low tone like nostalgia.

   "Its past is actually not as glorious as you think.

  Before being captured by the tribe, it was the main ship of the Storm Kingdom fleet. Its captain and the crew fled without a fight, so it was completely captured by us.

  It's called"

   Behind him, Red Blackhand, who was looking at this post-war scene, tried to tell Black the name of the ship.

   But it was interrupted by Blake reaching out. The captain opened his eyes and looked at the sparks on the sea in the distance. He let out a long breath and said:

   "So, is he washing his own shame by showing such bravery along the way? What a good ship. You don't have to tell me her name.

   It probably doesn’t want that shameful name to be remembered by us.

   But remember it.

   is that it proudly defeated death!

   Yes it saved us all. "

   "That's just a ship! Black, it won't have the things you said, do you Kul Tirans have any brain problems?"

   Garona spit out fiercely:

   "And instead of reminiscing about a sunken ship, consider the reality, we're ashore now, and we're in the land of Zandalar.

  Next, where should we go? "

"Not urgent."

   Black grinned.

   He felt the weakness in his body and said to the people behind him:

   "The boats carrying the soldiers are still on the sea, and it will take more than ten minutes for them to come here. Everyone is tired, so let's rest for three hours first.

   Madam, can I trouble you to scout around? "

   He turned to Garona and said:

   "Just walk around the jungle, don't go too far, watch out for the trolls in the jungle. Trolls in Zandalar are not the same as trolls in other places.

   Especially the trolls in this jungle.

   The blood trolls in Nazmir believe in evil gods, so don’t be discovered by them. If you can’t avoid the battle, you must be careful not to get hurt by them.

   In case of bleeding, it will be very troublesome. "

   said, Blake looked at the old mage outside the crowd again, he thought about it, and said:

   "And Master Merry, I know you have a lot of knowledge, but believe me, the blood sorcery used by the blood trolls in this place is definitely something you have never seen before.

   Maybe you can go with Lady Garona.

   Those blood totems scattered in the jungle, with strange evil spirits and various magical effects, will definitely open your eyes. Don't go too deep into the jungle, though. "

   With a serious expression, he said to the old mage who had a curious expression on his face:

   "There are loa in this jungle, there are four! They might notice you."

   "Four Loa?"

   The demigod was just curious before, but when he heard Black's words, he suddenly exclaimed.

   He is not an ignorant person. He has lived for three thousand years, and his knowledge reserve is absolutely vast. From his appearance, we know that he does not know nothing about the concept of Loa.

   "Yes, there are four mighty loa in this jungle called Nazmir, farther south in Dazar'alor, the golden city of Zandalari trolls.

   The island under our feet is the common birthplace of the loa worship of all troll clans in the world of Azeroth at present. It is the real "land of all spirits".

  Although most of the Loa are only weak divine powers, there are indeed powerful Loa here, even great ones.

   But that guy is now sealed.

   So don't be afraid.

  We must exercise caution, Zandalar trolls worship wisdom, but at this stage, they and their loa are not very welcoming of outsiders into their realm. "

  Blake shook his head, he said regretfully and briefly:

   "Anyway, be careful with your activities.

  I take a break.

   After the crew rendezvous with me, we set off for Hades. There is the temple of Bwonsamdi, the troll **** of death, and the destination of our expedition.

  If luck favors us, we will be able to end this troublesome situation by the early morning of tomorrow at the most. "

"Lucky?"

   The demi-lich quickly tasted a different flavor from Blake's words.

   He glanced at the pirate captain and said:

   "What if you're not lucky? Your Soul Barrier will expire after a maximum of ten days. I hope you have a backup plan."

   "I'm an assassin, Master."

  Black turned his head and said in an inaudible voice:

   "No matter what the situation is, assassins always come prepared."

"very good."

   The demi-lich nodded, leaning on his pine stick, and went with Garona to the depths of the jungle by the coast.

   After they left, Black gathered Red, Maim, and Evil Eye around him.

  Let them each take someone to collect some food and drink water nearby, while he himself sat on the rocks by the beach, waiting for the crew members who had come to the coast by boat to join.

  Blake held a water bladder in his hand and poured water into his mouth to moisten his thirsty throat. He picked up Gul'dan's Skull hanging on his chest. The shadow and fel magic power emitted by this thing was now reduced by half compared to before.

   But he is still taking the initiative to draw magic power to replenish himself.

   He glanced at the equipment column of the character card:

   Skull of Gul'dan

   Incidental effect. Enchanted (Cooldown: 29 days, 23 hours, 49 minutes)

   "It's really just a month of charging, ten minutes strong"

   The captain pouted and complained.

   But I wasn’t disappointed in my heart. It was understandable that the demonization state was so powerful and had a long cooldown period.

   He glanced at the character card again, and this time his expression changed a lot:

   Class: Pirate 44 / Ranger 30 / Warlock 7

   slaughtered hundreds of souls of Kvaldir's elite strikers in Hablon, raising the pirate class by several levels, and the dark magic power fed back in the demonized state also raised the warlock class by 2 levels.

   He became stronger.

   Pirate class level 40 also gives a new talent.

  Shadow Master: As you prove your potential to shadows, its mysteries are open to you again, and you can use them in more creative ways.

   "This talent, this explanation"

  Black frowned.

   Before, when slaughtering those half-giant undead in the demonized state, I didn't pay much attention to career upgrades, and it was difficult to feel the improvement of my own strength in the state of being filled with powerful magic.

   This will calm down before you can feel the faint changes in the shadows wrapping around you again.

   is still entangled like a shadow, with a faint dark power, but compared to the indifference to Blake before, the shadow entangled around him has become a little more active.

  They began to actively respond to Black's call.

   "Om"

   When the pirate pinched his fingers, a shadow gathered and dispersed at his fingertips, and in the action of pinching plasticine, it was shaped into a shadow throwing knife.

   With a flick of Blake’s finger, he threw it out with a fatal throw, and the green coconuts were cut off by the roots from the coconut tree seven or eight meters above his head, hitting the beach in front of him.

   "Yo, not bad."

  Blake raised his eyebrows, this shadow master's talent is unexpectedly interesting, but this shadow creation is okay to attack, but completely useless for defense.

   was too crispy.

When    is touched by the devil's blow in his hand, it will shatter.

but

  “Shu”

   With Black's call, a dim shadow soon wrapped around the blade of the Demon Strike dagger, like a dim enchantment.

  This makes this dagger in addition to physical damage, but also has shadow magic damage.

   "As the strength increases, the manipulation of the shadow will definitely become more solid. It is still a growth skill, and the future is very bright."

  The pirates were satisfied with dispersing the shadows from their weapons.

   glanced at the sea again, and he was already able to see the shadowy orc dinghies on the sea in the dark.

  Habloon did not make it difficult for them.

   But the Nagfar did not leave either.

  Black took out his lantern from the magic bag and put it in front of him.

   On the lantern, there was a pale light beating endlessly. Such a violent reaction proved that Habron was constantly trying to break through Black's soul barrier.

   He's nearby!

  The soul-seeker dared not set foot on this place very close to the Underworld, but he would not give up the pursuit of Black, as long as Black did not plan to hide in Zandalar for the rest of his life.

   They will have a fight sooner or later.

   And Hablon is also a spellcaster, he said it clearly before, he felt the enchantment in Black's soul, and he knew very well that the enchantment was weakening.

  Ten days!

   After ten days, if Black still can't find Bwonsamdi to help, then Habloon doesn't even need to go ashore in person, and he can easily take Black's soul by inciting the curse of hell.

   "So, next time we meet, my friend."

  Blake held the spirit lamp in front of his eyes, he flicked on the lampshade, and said:

   "Between you and me, only one is destined to survive."

   "quack quack quack"

   On the beach in front of him, there was a little murloc's iconic scream, but this time, there was a lot less joy in his voice, and a little more self-blame and loss.

  Obviously, the little murloc's treasure-hunting supernatural power failed.

   It couldn't find any valuable trophies in that sea area, so it could only come back empty-handed to see its owner.

   is too embarrassing.

"So, the 'looting for a living' talent given by this pirate class can improve the loot acquisition, but as expected, the 99% and 1% equipment acquisition rates for the non-chief are actually not bad. .

   It's not your fault, little guy.

   This time, it's my face that's black.

  Who asked me to use the power of a warlock, the curse of the non-chief, I have no oranges in my life. "

—

  Three hours later, the departure time is up.

  Blake's weak body also recovered some energy, so he found a wooden stick from the beach as a crutch, and took a group of lightly injured orcs to the depths of the jungle.

   As for those who were seriously injured, they were put on stretchers and carried forward by their companions.

  Evil Eye got a lot of soul stones for them to eat.

   However, these injuries will not heal in a short time. Fortunately, the orcs have strong vitality. As long as they are not killed in one blow, most of them can survive the hard pain.

   However, this jungle is really

"Dry!"

   In front of the team, Reid, who was holding a sword, cursed.

   His body was covered with stench and blood, all because on the branches of the jungle in front of him was a half-dried troll corpse that was still spilling disgusting stuff.

  The disgusting smell made the orcs who didn't pay much attention to hygiene couldn't stand it.

   "Walk carefully, this kind of 'surprise' is everywhere, blood trolls will use this kind of thing to show their tribe's territory and don't go into the water!

  Idiot!

   There are blood-sucking worms in the water!

  The blood trolls are not afraid, it does not mean that you can bear it. "

   Amid Black's scolding, Reid walked back from the river with an unhappy face. He had just seen the little **** bug swimming in the water, which startled the brave orcs.

   But there was no way to clean his body, the smell on his body made his brother Maim and the surrounding orcs pinching their noses and withdrawing a long way.

   "Damn it! Did we come all the way to find death in this ghost place?"

   Reid shouted angrily.

  Black ignored this guy's complaints at all. He looked left and right. On a tree by the river, he saw the Assassin mark left by Garona, and he waved his hand and said:

   "Go over there! Our pioneers seem to have found a suitable campsite."

   They followed the marker, changed directions, and after walking for a few minutes, they saw a village in the dark jungle. What do you say there?

   The sky was full of blood, full of unknowns.

   made all the orcs hesitant to go over.

   But Black strode forward, a scene he has seen a lot in the game.

   This settlement, which is full of clan savage style, is a typical blood troll village.

   "Come here!"

   When Blake approached, Garona's voice came from the shadows, and she said in a strange and nervous tone:

   "The old mage found something, he seems crazy."

   (end of this chapter)