Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1131 227. Beautiful scenery, beautiful ruins, beautiful naga. Dry, it is naga again!

   "We must warn Goldrinn!"

  In the forest on the edge of the Howling Valley, Tur, Ursoc's chosen warrior, heard Black's words.

   He was stunned.

  The followers of the wolf **** nine thousand years ago actually planned to pollute the power of Goldrinn and induce him to degenerate into a dark demigod. This kind of thing reminded Tur immediately of the fall of Ursoc, the **** of the bear.

  Tur Wrathpaw suddenly burst into anger, and he said to the pirate in a rough voice:

   "We must stop that wolf shepherd and Gene who was bewitched by him. After my beloved Ursoc suffered a disaster, I swear that this will never happen again!"

   "I can understand your mood, but I think Goldrinn probably already knows."

  The smelly pirate waved his hand and said:

   "This can also explain why that dead arrogant suddenly summoned me, but don't worry, even with the Luna Scythe in hand, it will take time for Jean to release the Scythe Claw Druids.

   Scytheclaw Druids need more time to contaminate Goldrinn.

  The wildness of the wolf **** is not so easy to control, and they may be severely revenge by Goldrinn.

   And it's serious, but it's not to the point where we need to disrupt our original plans, and there are big things I need to do on the Azshara coast.

   We have to get that done first.

  Finally, old Gene's stubborn nature can't believe my kindness. Since he hates me to the death, let him continue to play with fire. "

   Black shrugged and said to his bear warrior:

   "When he gets burned, I'll help solve the trouble, but it's definitely not free, um, that's in our interest.

  Let's go.

   Nothing to see here.

   We can drop by Felwood and visit your far-flung relatives in Kalimdor before my ship calls us.

   Maybe they will hold a banquet to entertain you, and I can also have a meal or something. The winter spring fire wine brewed by the local bears is a must for Azeroth.

  I've been wanting to try it for a long time.

  Let's go, with your face, let's go buy some wine and bring it with us from the bear tribe in Felwood. "

  The pirate turned and left, and the bear warrior followed up without much hesitation, and shared with Black their grievances and grievances between the Northland Bearman and the Felwood Bearman.

   All that was left was an ancient werewolf with a bruised face, huddled in the dark jungle. It was stunned as the pirates and bear warriors disappeared from his sight.

   It was a mess in his head.

What the hell?

   Just let me go?

   After you said so many horrible things in front of me, didn't you plan to kill me?

   Hey, it's so unprofessional!

   And this wolf **** is polluted or something, it sounds scary. Could it be that their wolf herders have really betrayed Goldrinn's power? No way

  The ancient werewolf who was spared a horse shook his body and got up with his swollen mouth covered. It looked left and right, quickly slipped out of the jungle, and ran towards the Howling Valley.

   It's not clear if what Blake said is true.

   But it felt compelled to tell the werewolf leader in the Howling Valley of the wolf. Although the wolves are wild, they also have strict class divisions with each other.

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   It means that if, if the wolf herders really intend to pollute Goldrinn, then their followers, who have embraced the wild power of the wolf god, will have to face a difficult choice.

  These sickle-claw druids hate those traditional druids who betrayed them. They think that their efforts have not been understood by their clansmen, and they have been cruelly abandoned and erased all meaning of existence.

   They want revenge on their former partners.

   But revenge is one thing, destroying the kingdom of elves is one thing, betraying and twisting the Goldrinn who gave them power at the most critical moment is another.

   That is the source of their faith.

   Could it be that the wolf pack, which has always been united, is about to usher in the day of division?

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   "Om"

On the deck of the    Naglfar, the black summoning ritual stone received a response in the vibration. With the magic power of the warlock trio, Black, far away in Felwood Forest, broke through the space and returned to his ship.

   Followed by the bear warrior Tur.

  The latter's huge body was full of bearman's wine barrels, and he also carried four barrels in his hand.

   These are all winter spring fire wines bought from the bearmen in the Woodmaw Fortress. Black really loves this mysterious wine that is as cold as drinking ice at the entrance, and bursts like fire to burn the whole body after drinking it.

   In fact, even though Winterspring Fire Wine has the word "wine" in its name, it is an alchemy potion secretly made by the wood-mawed furbolgs in Winterspring Valley.

  This thing can stimulate the strength of the warriors in a short time, and also stimulate the body muscles to expand, so that the drinker will grow up when the potion takes effect.

The    Woodmaw Furbolgs regard it as a strategic asset and will not show it to outsiders who they do not trust.

  To be honest, if it wasn't for the "old watch" bearman from Northrend, Tur Ragepaw, who had enough face, Blake could only rely on the "traditional arts" of thieves to get the wine he wanted to taste.

   "How did you let Tour carry the wine for you?"

   Chief Mate Long Seifer appeared beside Blake who was beaming. She looked curiously at the bear warrior who was taking down the wine barrel and placed it on the deck, and whispered to Blake:

   "Isn't it more convenient to use a suitcase?"

   "How do you know I don't have wine in my suitcase?"

   The smelly pirate grinned.

   He took his pirate cap from the hand of his good daughter, the ship spirit, who had suddenly appeared, and put it on his head. While looking back at the surrounding Azshara coast, he said:

   "If it wasn't for my luggage, I wouldn't have bothered Tur. His name as Ursoc's chosen warrior is very useful with the Woodmaw Furbolg.

   They treated him as an honored guest, and greeted him in the Woodmaw Fortress with a whimper, and even took me to the ground. "

   "What? Packed up?"

  Sefir's eyes widened, looking at the five magic suitcases on Blake's waist, she akimbo, screamed in an angry tone that should be a head shopkeeper:

   "Your luggage is the biggest that mages can make! Each has the capacity of a small warehouse. How much wine did you buy from the bear?

  Is it easy for the pirates under your command to rob houses and make money? You don't feel bad about your precious wealth being wasted so much! The wine cabinet on the ship is full of all kinds of wine you looted. Have you finished drinking it? "

   "It didn't cost much."

   Seeing Sefir so angry, Black felt a little guilty.

   He said vaguely:

"The furbolgs gave me a discount for the sake of Tuul, and I bought a lot, so they gave me a lower price. This is the treasured alchemy of the furbolgs, and there is no way for others to buy it. Woolen cloth."

"yes."

   The bear warrior who took off the wine from his body passed by, and when he heard what Black said, he nodded violently and said:

"The captain bought all the winter spring fire wine that the furbolgs had accumulated for thirty years at one time, and four of their five wine cellars were emptied, and the remaining fire wine was reserved for the furbolg warriors to fight. of.

   In the next few years, no amount of money can buy it. "

It's good that Tour didn't explain it. As soon as he explained it, Sefir's anger soared again. Seeing that the first mate dragon was about to go into a frenzy, Captain Chip hurriedly took out a rolled up piece of paper from his arms and stuffed it into Sefir's hand. .

   He warned carefully:

   "This is the recipe of Dongquan Fire Wine I bought from the furbolg. We don't need to spend money to buy wine in the future, we can still brew good wine and sell it to others to make money.

  This is my sweetheart, I will leave it to you to keep it for me.

  You are the person I trust the most, and I don’t feel relieved to leave it to others. "

"Humph."

   These words made Sefir's anger dissipate a little. She glanced at the formula in her hand and put it in her pocket. But soon, Sefir realized something else.

   She looked back at the stinky pirate who was bragging to the Warlock trio of how good the wine he bought was. In the interval when he gave the three Warlocks a barrel of wine to taste, Sefir asked in a low voice:

   "Can't you steal? You can steal from Moonglade, how could a small Timbermaw fortress stop you? Why spend money on wine recipes?

   Are you drinking too much and it seeps into your brain? "

   "I wanted to steal it too."

  Black rubbed his cheeks and sighed:

   "But that place is blessed by the divine power of Ursoc and Ursol, I don't want to offend my 'iron buddies', and it is not worth it to have a bad relationship with Ursoc for a formula.

   I only spent fifty thousand gold coins, plus I 'rented' three orc warriors Saurfang Brothers and Grom Hellscream to the Timbermaw Bears to drive out the evil satyrs that plagued their territory, and the deal was done. "

"and many more!"

  Sefir's eyes widened when she heard this, and she said:

   "We'll talk about the money later, how can you still rent orcs to the furbolgs to fight? I understand that Reid obeys your orders, but the Saurfang brothers don't listen to you.

   Unless you use the sin tablet, how can they possibly listen to you? "

   "Yeah, they won't listen. These **** are against the orthodox warchief of the orcs."

  Black rolled his eyes and said with a grin:

   "But the furbolgs don't know about it. I gave the commissions signed by Reid to the furbolgs, which is equivalent to handing over the orders of the warchief to the simple and honest.

   As for whether they can use this order to mobilize three orcs to fight for them, that is not my concern.

   You are right? "

   "Ah this."

  Sefir widened his eyes, and after a long while he could only sigh helplessly:

   "I can only say, as expected of you."

   "Haha, is this captain's dark wisdom a false name?"

  Blake stood on the side of the ship with his hips on his shoulders ashamed, and looked at the coast of Azshara Peninsula before him with a laugh.

   The bleak landscape of this eerie peninsula land east of Ashenvale was exactly as he remembered it.

It's like a terrifying giant beast biting **** this piece of land, creating a peculiar landscape on the north and south sides of the Azshara peninsula. Endless elf ruins.

That is the capital of the Elf Empire, the last ruins of Xin Aishali left on the earth after the world collapsed in the War of the Ancients. Just from the ruins of these cities that have been weathered and lost for ten thousand years, we can see that the capital of the Elf Empire in its heyday should have What a majestic beauty.

   And the cliffs that break at the edge of the ruins are more like bread that has been violently torn, they are like towering ribbons wrapped around the ivory-white beach.

In the Azshara Inner Sea, which borders the Endless Sea, the sea known as the "Storm Shore" has continuous waves washing the sandy beaches, jagged reefs that emerge from the water at low tide, and the winding and rugged Together, the reefs form a coral labyrinth below the ocean.

   Such a strange terrain is the last "gift" left by the shattering explosion to this land.

  It creates an extremely dangerous seabed, making it impossible for even a peculiar warship like the Nagfar to safely pass through this ocean.

   Therefore, Black's ghost ship can only float on the sea like other ships, and by Black's previous orders, moored in this water near the coast of the storm.

   "Have you found the temple of the sea giant?"

  Black asked Sefir next to him:

   "What about Xiaoxingxing and the others? Don't you plan to come back to the ship to do things?"

   "The second mate and the bosun have returned."

  Sefir ruffled his hair and replied:

   "They went to the interior of Azshara this morning to look for the blue dragon stationed on this desolate peninsula, and the little star said that she should be able to get some secret information on the land of Azshara from the blue dragon.

  The temple of the sea giants has not yet been found, but Prince Farodis, who came to the ship a few days ago, has been personally tracking the sea giant tribe on the coast of Azshara these days.

   He should also find some useful information. "

"very good."

  Blake nodded with satisfaction and said:

   "Azshara, the ghostly place, has always been the base camp of the Naga on the Kalimdor continent. Those vicious soft-skinned snakes occupied the ruins of the ancient capital and did not allow other life to approach.

   They are very powerful here, and it is said that they have a direct connection with Nazjatar. Don't provoke them, we will leave after we finish our business.

  You go get the Tide Stone ready.

   As long as we find that sea giant demigod, we can

Um? "

   Before the stinky pirate could finish speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look at the sea beside him.

   It seems that something is about to rush out from under the sea, and it seems that the local overlords naga have discovered the strange ghost ship Nagfar.

  The whirlpools on the sea swelled rapidly into flapping tides, which were mixed with a group of poking naga, who seemed to think that the solitary ship that dared to break into their territory was very bullying.

   was about to lean over to attack the bold invaders, and by the way, use the unique skills of the Naga pirates.

"boom"

The    flying waves hit the side of the ghost ship like a heavy fist, causing the whole ship to shake.

Under Blake's heartbroken and shocked gaze, he was placed on the deck by the bear warrior just now. The wine barrel of the treasured wine he bought with a lot of money was beating violently, and then it rolled down into the rolled-up sea water and swirled. disappeared.

  The entire deck was quiet at this moment, and the trio of warlocks who were trying to taste wine with their wine glasses were at a loss. Sefir glanced at Black and covered his eyes in despair.

   "No! My wine!! That was bought for a lot of money!"

   In the next instant, Blake's heart-piercing roar echoed in the sound of the waves shaking, and then the anger of the stolen treasure swept the entire ghost ship.

   "The shameful naga have launched a vile and unforgivable attack on us! This is a declaration of war!"

  While the dark green eyes of death dashed into the waves, the roar of the pirates wielding their sharp blades was like thunder, and their killing intent was unstoppable.

   "Everyone!"

   "Scabbard! Kill them all!"

   (end of this chapter)