Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 114 24. The legend of the plundered sea

  In the early hours of the morning, on the dark road from the Nazmir jungle to the desert further west, a group of marauders was running wild.

   is headed by more than twenty raptors with saddles. These creatures can be seen everywhere on Zandalar Island. They have two thick legs and are extremely good at running.

   Even with a rider on his body, he can run faster than other mounts.

   The Zandalari trolls began to domesticate the raptors as a means of travel 16,000 years ago. After such a long period of domestication, the raptors have long become the most beloved mounts of the Zandalar and even all troll clans.

   They are brave, fearless, and smart.

The only disadvantage of    is that the raptor mounts are more dangerous than human horses or orc warrior wolves when they are hungry, if the rider cannot feed them in time

  The consequences are quite serious.

   Blake with a blindfold held the reins and let the raptors under his crotch run fast in the bumps. These dragons are the camel beasts of the caravan.

   They are docile and, given enough food, did not resist new riders.

   After more than 20 velociraptors carrying humans and orcs, there are two direhorn dragon camels, which are much larger than velociraptors.

   They walk like land tanks, the ground around them rumbles, their whole bodies are covered with hard old boards, and their heads are shield-like structures.

  There are three long horns on the head that point to the front, and there is a sharp tail vertebrae like a meteor hammer behind the tail.

   Behind this large camel beast, troll merchants built a platform.

The    was originally full of goods, but now it is full of orcs. The Direhorn is so powerful that one head can hunch twenty or thirty orcs without any effort.

  The two commercial direhorns arranged everyone in this team.

"Boost!"

  The pirates who rode the red raptor and led the team galloping in the direction they remembered turned back and shouted to the crowd behind him:

   "Break through the mountain pass ahead within two hours. The place we are going is a barren desert, where we must find a campsite before the hottest noon.

  Otherwise, we would all be sunburnt there. "

"desert?"

   The half-lich Meri Dongfeng, who was meditating on the magic carpet next to him, opened his eyes and asked in a puzzled tone:

   "The entire Zandalar is an island, surrounded by sea water on all sides, and in the South China Sea with extremely rich rainfall, how can there be a desert terrain?

   I guess, it must not have come naturally? "

   "Well, not naturally formed.

  The desert called 'Wal'dun' was originally part of the Nazmir jungle. Why it turned into a desert is another legendary story.

   And it has something to do with the heinous things buried under the dark jungle.

  I can only tell you that the entire Zandalar Island was not built like this by the Zandalar trolls, and it is not an accident that the first Loa gods, including the trolls, were born here.

The    trolls and their loa are just 'helping' here.

   The person who shaped this island into what it is now, and buried many secrets, is someone else. "

   Black said to the old mage:

   "If there is a chance in the future, I will tell you this legend-like story in detail.

   In fact, all the deserts in the entire world of Azeroth are basically not formed naturally, they are all related to some kind of power. "

  The pirate is like a cunning fisherman who throws his bait, and he says to the demich:

   "That's the power related to the creation of this world. It's a great, mysterious, and dangerous power. If you're interested in researching here in the future, I suggest you start with the barren land in the Eastern Continent.

   It is said that the Explorers Association of the Bronzebeard dwarves dug up a ruin there before the war started, maybe you can go there and take a look.

   There is a lot of material there, and it is easy for an archmage like you to write more than a dozen papers. "

   "But you can tell me the answer directly."

   The old mage sighed and said:

   "You're just trying to take advantage of me, Blake.

  You want to use me for some of your purposes.

  I now know why you induced little Aegwynn and asked me to follow you here. From the bloodstone of Nazmir and the old **** G'huun, to the power of creation now.

  You have always planted the seeds of curiosity in my heart.

  You are well aware of the irrepressible curiosity of us spellcasters.

   You open me a small step to the truth of the world, show me the mysteries, and then you can use my curiosity to the fullest. "

   He glanced at Blake, shook his head and said:

   "These things, I'll talk about them later. If I decide to get involved, I have to think carefully."

   "How can I rob you of the joy of solving problems by telling you the answer directly?"

  The pirate blinked and said:

   "Actually, you can tell yourself the answer, as long as you talk to the dreadlord inside you. These demons are immortal.

   They know far more secrets than I do.

   Actually, I think you have lived as a mage for 3,000 years, you can also try another equally interesting path, such as a warlock.

  You can use the Nathrezim demon inside of you to do more terrible or greater things. "

   "Stop talking. You tempter."

  Merry Winter Wind waved his hand and forcibly interrupted the question. He bluntly changed the subject. While galloping in the dark jungle, the pirate said:

   "You said to the orc just now that you were going to find the power that Bwonsamdi left behind in that desert?"

   "Yes! Bwonsamdi is a loa, and although he's the most cunning of the loa, he does have some loa's bad."

  Black happily accepted the new topic.

   He pointed to the road leading to the desert ahead and said to the old mage:

   "There are many followers of Loamen, and they are scattered. There are people from the three religions and nine classes, and there are many people who have the power to pray.

  Loams occasionally gave the believers strength, but turned their heads and forgot to take them back.

   This kind of thing is not uncommon.

  They give believers divine power, just like throwing rubbish, you don’t care if you throw it away, but the consequences of littering are very serious, and it’s incredible to be picked up by someone with a heart.

   In fact, this trip is said to be looking for power, but it is more like visiting seniors. "

  Black pushed his blindfold and said with a sigh:

   "The profession of pirates is very ancient. Since the birth of the first troll empire in Azeroth, pirates have been roaming the seas of the world.

  The vrykul pirates under the command of Hela were also a sea legend in the wild age.

  Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have passed, their era has come to an end, and no one knows their stories.

   Ten thousand years ago, the ancient elf empire attracted demons, and after the war of the ancients caused the world to fall apart, there were more traces of pirates.

   Those villains on the sea, like their ancestors, looted and slaughtered on this sea.

   They are the sores of civilization and the cancer of the world. They are the most hateful and crazy group of people. In every era in the past, there are many great people who want to cut off the inheritance of pirates.

   But no one can do it!

   As long as this sea exists, the legend of pirates will never end.

  Before I made up my mind to be a pirate, I was a Kul Tiran, and in my country, two kinds of stories were most popular: the stories of heroes of the sea, and the stories of pirates.

   I have been fascinated by these stories since I was a child.

  For example, I know that after the end of the age of the gods, the Zandalar Empire, which rose to the top, and the strongest among those troll pirates who roamed the world.

   Zandalari Pirate King, Zem'lan! "

   "Wait, that name!"

  The old mage suddenly reached out and interrupted Blake's words. He flipped through his codex and said:

   "The High Elves also have records of this name.

  It is said that their ancestor Dath Reema Sunstrider took the first batch of high elves to cross the endless sea and traveled to the eastern continent, when they were looted by a group of troll pirates.

   And the leader of that group of powerful pirates is Zandalari Pirate King Zemlan! "

  Merry Dongfeng stroked his handwritten note, a hint of curiosity in his tone, and said:

   "That was 7,300 years ago. I never thought that on this long trip, I would be able to come into contact with people who really existed in that long history.

   Can you be sure that the cemetery of the pirate king Zemlan is in the Waldun Desert? "

   "Graveyard?"

  Blake blinked, and he asked the old mage:

   "Master, who told you that Pirate King Zemlan is dead?"

"not dead?"

  The old master widened his eyes and said:

   "How? Trolls generally live between two and three hundred years old, and they do have a way to immortalize their souls, but their bodies always die.

   According to the records of the high elves, Zemlan is not a troll priest, in fact, he is more like a shadow walker, how is it possible

   Ah, I see.

  Zemran became a follower of Bwonsamdi, and he used the power of the **** of death to live for thousands of years, right? "

   "It's not quite right to say that."

  Black frowned, and after a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

   "It's difficult trying to explain Zemran's current state to you without seeing it with your own eyes.

   But it does live to the present.

   But it is not a Bwonsamdi believer.

   It was just one of Bwonsamdi's innumerable traders, and it hadn't fulfilled its deal with Bwonsamdi, so Death punished it with the powers that had been bestowed upon it.

   All I have to do now is to give that poor **** a relief.

   By the way, get the mojo that Bwonsamdi left there. "

   "No, your plan is more than that."

   The old mage sitting on the magic carpet shook his head and said softly:

   "Bwonsamdi didn't even want to help you at all. That's its mojo, it can be taken away at will, have you considered it? It might just be using you.

   You may not get anything after you get rid of the delinquent pirate king for it. "

   "What is it that 'possibly' is using me?"

  Black rode on the raptor galloping forward. He looked at the old mage strangely and said:

   "Bwonsamdi is definitely taking advantage of me, okay? The world doesn't know better than me what the virtue of that sly old troll is.

   But don't worry, Master.

  Under the condition that the transaction is not completed, even Bwonsamdi can't take that power away.

  I was already prepared.

   And Bwonsamdi's weakness is actually better to use than Hela's weakness that can't be exploited at all right now. Don't worry, even if the face is completely torn in the end, I still have the means to counter it. "

   He let out a long breath, grabbed the reins of the raptor, looked at the dark night in front of him, and said confidently:

   "Back to Zandalari Pirate King Zem'lan, who hid the legends of his life and all the treasures he plundered in the deserts of Vol'dun.

   It is so greedy, so eager.

  It is unwilling to let go, and guards its treasure and power in the form of a curse.

   I came for that strength and for that treasure.

  I will bear the banners of my predecessors, and create my own pirate legend on the sea of ​​plunder thousands of years later! I will carry forward these traditions.

   In fact, as you can see, this trip from the Broken Shore to Zandalar looks like an escape, but it's not.

   It's not just an escape.

   Nor is it just about where my soul belongs, and the freedom I long for.

   It is the beginning of a career.

   I will use this as my life as a pirate, and for this career plan, there is nothing better than finding the treasure of a generation of pirate kings and inheriting its power and legacy. "

   Black laughed.

   His laughter spread far and wide in this dark jungle. He stroked the one-handed sword around his waist and said in a relaxed tone:

   "I guess the last sentence that Pirate King Zemran left this world before disappearing should be like this:"

   He cleared his throat and stretched his voice:

   "Want my treasure? Want my strength?

   Find it!

   Find it! !

  I hid them in the deepest part of the Wharton Desert, as long as you can find them. It's all yours! "

   (end of this chapter)