Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1146 242. Very bad and bad demons are going to invade Qinglong Temple

  Blake and his hozen men took a whole day to reach the bottom of the mountain where the Qinglong Temple is located from the heart of the dragon. The straight line is quite short.

   But there are mountains all the way.

   Even for a hozen, which is naturally agile, it is difficult to walk.

   What's more, the monkeys had to carry Black's sliding poles in batches, carrying their very bad and bad new bosses over the mountains, which once made the stubborn hozen very dissatisfied.

   They gathered together at breakfast and chatted about "mutism", and the more vicious guy suggested that when walking on the mountain road, he deliberately fell and threw the bad boss off the cliff to his death.

   They even prepared specific plans for mutiny.

   But near lunchtime, the group of hozens heading towards Qinglong Temple accidentally encountered a group of Jinyu people who came to pilgrimage. These two races have a deep hatred.

  The two sides started fighting as soon as they met.

The noisy fighting woke Blake, who was taking a nap, and then the hozens saw that their bad boss was in a state of getting up, and in less than a minute, a whole team of Jinyu was neatly swept away. Get down.

   So, the monkeys' mutiny thoughts also vanished as the last beaten Jinyu was captured.

   They started to cheer for Black honestly again.

   Probably saw the power of the bad boss, which made these hozens feel that they had a great advantage, so they became more irritable and naughty in the second half of the journey.

   They walked up and down the trees, shouting and shouting, and they were so arrogant that they wanted to grab all the little raccoons that were foraging in the forest by the roadside and slapped them.

   This fox-like appearance made Black more convinced that these stubborn hozens were born pirates.

  They are impulsive, irritable, accustomed to being dispatched in large groups and very united. When their own side has an advantage, they can break out 300% of their combat effectiveness, and they can sense that the situation is not right and collapse very slippery.

  They are good at stealing chickens and dogs, they are stubborn and persistent, they like to fight in dens, and they are very concerned about fairness within the group.

  Their intelligence enables them to use shallow strategies, but not high enough to give them lofty ideals and firm will.

   All of their character flaws are perfect professional advantages in the pirate industry, and they don't need to be trained, as long as they get on the ship, they are qualified pirates.

   "Leave those Jinyu people, what are you taking them for? For military rations? The meat of these Jinyu people is sour!"

  Blake was lying comfortably on his sliding pole. He scolded the hozens who were trying to grab the Jinyu captives and took them away, scolding:

   "The bad thing we're going to do next is terrible. We can't take captives and throw them into the water. The ropes don't need to be untied, and the fish won't drown anyway."

  Under the orders of the pirates, the hozens reluctantly threw a group of tall Jinyu captives into the Zhuji River next to them, but they could not avoid punching and kicking the murlocs before they dropped the captives.

   This made Pemberpa very dissatisfied.

   Although it is a small fish, and these are Jinyu, it is difficult to say that the two are the same species.

   But we are all murlocs after all, so we can't watch murlocs being bullied by monkeys.

   So the little fish man ran over and waved the salted fish hammer to drive away those annoying monkeys, and pushed the bullied Jinyu people into the river.

   These murlocs in Pandaria are distant relatives of the swordfish people I saw in Vashj'ir. They were a common ethnic group 10,000 years ago, and it is said that they once established a glorious multi-racial coexistence civilization in Pandaria.

   But the empire of the Jinyu people died out because of the betrayal of the hozen, which made the two tribes form a very deep hatred.

   But in the special place of Pandaria, the Supreme Celestial did not allow war between the two races to avoid dire consequences. Murlocs live by the water, hozens live in the mountains, and they don't usually meet each other.

   "Don't envy others, Jinyu people were the upper-class nobles of Pandaria in ancient times, and their innate elegance and nobility are engraved in their souls."

   When the little murloc was back on the sliding rod, the stinky pirate hummed to it and said:

   "No matter how hard you try, a poor blue-gill murloc who was born in the wetlands, it is impossible for you to have the graceful temperament of the Jinyu who begs for mercy.

   This is the art of reincarnation, one cannot envy it. "

  “呱呱”

  Bomber ignored the stinking pirate's full of malice, made a face at Black, and turned his head to ignore him.

   propped up his chin with his claws and began to fantasize about murlocs again.

  If it was born as a handsome and heroic Jinyu or Swordfish, how could it still look like this?

  If it has such a great origin and such a high starting point, it must have made a big career no less than that of a stinky pirate.

  Black watched the murloc make an imaginary gesture.

   He suddenly felt that this little guy who loves vanity is helpless, and this little fish-man with a broken brain can't have it.

   When it first saw the mighty Swordfish Man, it was envious, and now it is even more heartbroken when it sees the noble and generous Jinyu Man.

   But here we are, do you want to find a Jinyu wife for your loyal little fisherman? Hey, isn't this Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian, the little dwarf playing the ocean horse.

   This is such a beautiful thing!

  Thinking of this, the stinky pirate couldn't help but let out a weird laugh, which made the hozens next to him feel uncomfortable. The bad boss of his family is really evil.

"stop!"

  When walking to a dense forest at the foot of Qinglong Temple, Blake suddenly shouted, and the chattering hozens immediately quieted down, scratching their ears and looking at their bad boss.

  The boss promises them that they can rob the temples of the rolling people today.

   Turn over two-thirds of the looted items, and the rest belong to them.

   This kind of promise made the hozens look forward to it very much, and grabbing anything is second, mainly the robbery of Qinglong Temple itself sounds lively enough.

   And the hozens are eager to liven up their nature, so they can't refuse this temptation at all.

   In the past, they did not dare to provoke the Qinglong Temple. There are very powerful bad guys in this grand temple. One can beat ten of them, but now with a powerful bad boss taking the lead, the stubborn hozens are full of courage.

   If this hilarious big bad thing is done, all the hozens in Pandaria will call them heroes!

   "I'm going to arrange something here, I need your help, come, get a few per person!"

  Black got up from the sliding pole, grabbed a large amount of purple soul stones from his luggage, and threw them on the ground. He shouted to the hozens in front of him:

   "You take these stones and sprinkle them in this forest. The more you sprinkle, the better. The closer you get to Qinglong Temple, the better, but don't be discovered. If you are caught by pandaren, I won't save you."

  The clever and cunning Hozen Kenken was the first to run up, grabbing a handful of Soul Stones and bowing to Black, the little hozen who had been beaten by the murloc before was very good at doing things.

   With its lead, the other hozens ran over to grab the soul stone, and a few more irritable idiots also tried to put the soul stone in their mouths and take a bite to taste.

  Black never lacked these things.

  For the sake of tonight's event, he almost threw out all the soul stones in his suitcase, and drove the hozens to work quickly.

  After all the hozens ran away, the stinky pirate took out a large bag of magic materials used by warlocks, and pouted at the little murloc, who followed Black into the depths of the jungle.

   It has been helping pirates make divine power extraction rituals before, and is already a qualified assistant.

   And a great warlock like Black came out in person, and a large demon summoning ceremony was naturally arranged with ease.

  As the night fell near midnight, he inserted the last pale candle made of Naga fish oil into the corner of the huge pentagram circle on the ground, and looked back again.

   After repeatedly confirming that there is no problem, the pirate rubbed his hands, glanced at the Qinglong Temple looming in the dark night, grinned wickedly, and prepared to start casting spells.

   "Who are you calling this time?"

  Xalatas asked quietly:

   "The devil that you can admire must be extraordinary, right? Maybe it is the lord of a small demon world. If the army of demons comes in full force, can this Qinglong Temple withstand it?"

   "Look at the stupid thing you asked, it looks like a layman who doesn't know much about the Pandaren force system."

   Black sneered and said:

   "There are two legendary warrior monks and a legendary murloc prophet in Qinglong Temple alone, as well as the guardians of the Golden Lotus Sect, Shado-Pan masters, and nearly a thousand high-ranking warrior monks.

   In addition to the fierce men of the Cloud Serpent Knights stationed nearby.

On the other side of the mountain, there are three famous Pandaren wine fairy families living in the Baimu Garden and Chenfang Garden. They are also the dojos of Yulong Tianzun, and they enshrine a lady who can fight the most in the half-god world of Azeroth. .

   As long as the Qinglong Temple calls, more than 300 Cloud Serpents can be recruited from the overseas Linfeng Island to help in the battle. Therefore, the correct question is not whether the Qinglong Temple can survive, but how much time the invading demons can buy me.

   Let me say so.

  Unless Kil'jaeden came in person, or the demons chose to start a full-scale invasion here, the demon lords under its command would not even think about breaking this temple in a short time. "

  The pirate raised his hands and called out the power of fel energy. In the shadow of magic, he whispered:

   "And I always thought that the 10,000-year blockade of the Mist Continent not only protected the panda people from the outside world, but also protected the inferior civilizations from the outside world from being invaded by the bad guys.

   Don't be fooled by the naive appearance of pandaren, my lady, they were a huge civilization on a par with Azshara's elven empire more than 10,000 years ago.

  A proud queen like Azshara would call Shaohao's father emperor.

   Now the elf empire is over long ago, but the pandaren civilization not only resisted the destruction of the sky and the earth on its own, but also developed for 10,000 years without external influence.

  This civilization is indeed restrained, but what is the potential for war that they will break out once they are not affected by the Sha.

  Do you dare to think about it?

  I dare not.

  Believe me, no king on the outside would be willing to think about this. "

   "So, what exactly did you come to Pandaria for?"

   Xal'atas said softly:

   "Are you going to help the pandaren untangle the shackles of self-restraint?"

   "If I can successfully find the dark heart of Y'Shaarj, why not do it?"

  Black smiled implicitly and said:

   "Why do such powerful dungeons set up dungeons? They are born to have a voice in this chaotic world, and they have enough qualifications and strength to do so.

   They should set an example for other immature civilizations by their peaceful nature.

   They should also use their hearts and fists to help this world suppress the turmoil that has always existed.

  They should be the 'Dinghai Shenpin' of Azeroth, and they should do the same. After all, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and maintaining stability, such chivalrous things have always been the traditional virtues of pandaren.

  I believe that the appearance of pandaren will make this world more lively. "

"Snapped"

  The pirate swung forward the shadow and fel energy entangled in his hands.

   The thirteen fish oil candles on the magic circle under his feet were lit at the same time, and when the dim green firelight illuminated the dark jungle, a revolving door of fel energy opened in this quiet place.

Based on the coordinates of the demon world given by Mephistos, Black skillfully communicated and twisted the void. As the door of fel energy in front of him revolved more and more, a "wormhole" leading from the material world to the demon star field was blocked. on.

  A fel-energy kid who was riding behind the hellhound sneakily stuck his head out of the Summoning Gate, only to be imprisoned in place by the magic ejected by the pirates in the next instant.

  The kid was frightened, he thought he was going to die here soon.

   "Hey, do you recognize me?"

  Blake crouched down and tapped the terrified kid on the head, saying:

   "My reputation should have spread to the Twisting Nether? After all, I defeated Archimonde the mighty defiler in Dalaran."

   "You are Blake Shaw?"

  The kid was stunned for a moment, then screamed:

"The Defiler has issued a bounty, and any demon who can find Black Shaw will be rewarded, the demon who can provide accurate information will be infused with power, and the demon who can bring your head back to Argus will be given a whole world! "

   "Fine, that's what I wanted to hear."

  Blake flicked his finger, and the mark of the Initiator turned over in his palm, and the light from the holy artifact of Argus made the eyes of the fel kid in front of him blurred.

   "I'll give you a good luck today, I'll give you praise and strength, but it doesn't matter if you belong to a demon world that belongs to you. After all, the ultimate goal of life's struggle is only meaningful if you rely on your own hands to complete it."

   The smelly pirate kicked the kid and scolded:

   "Go ahead.

  Go back to your world.

   Tell your superiors and your lords that I have appeared.

  Tell you the master of that small world, the mighty twin eredars, and the two eredar **** who are loyal to the deceiver.

   The Argus artifact lost by the defilers is in my hands, and they want the artifact or my head and come here in person!

  I'm not going anywhere today, just waiting for them here.

   But they better bring more people over! "

  Blake pointed to the outline of Qinglong Temple behind him, which looked huge like a giant beast in the reflection of the night, and said to the little ghost in front of him:

   "My new friends are amazing.

   They are already gearing up to kill a few demons to show their power. To be honest, if you can't even deal with me and my friends, don't expect to invade Azeroth.

  This world will eat you pathetic demons as a snack. What are you still doing?

  Wait for me to roll out the red carpet for you to see you off?

   Why are the demons this year so stupid! What else can Lord Sargeras expect of you scumbags?

  Go away! "

  The stinky pirate kicked the screaming fel energy back into the portal like a national football kick, and passed through the fel energy gate with the howl of the kid crying for his father and mother, splashing ripples.

  Black tossed the Mark of the Initiator in his hand and said to Xal'atath:

   "The bait is done, now it's up to the fish to bite or not, let's wait patiently, and sincerely pray to Luna that there will be no air force today, it's too embarrassing.

  Come on, come on, the hot twin sisters, the empty-hearted crusaders are waiting for your company. "

   (end of this chapter)