Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1274 24. Old Gani who sticks to the bottom line is the most handsome!

   Long time no see, Garni, the **** of trash, is really "changing with each passing day".

   It still maintains its very classic appearance of a slender-jawed dragon with bright scales, but it has a lot of "accessories" on it, not to mention the worn-out letter bag backpack, which is the embodiment of the old Gani's new priesthood.

   Not to mention the red cloth baotou covering its head.

   That thing was thrown by Black after losing his cherished Sargeras Cursed Vision to old Ghani, who apparently used the irreparable thing as a "status symbol".

  Although this blindfold cannot be repaired, its peculiar abilities are still there, and it can also be mobilized and used by Old Garni, making the God of Garbage Man more clearly aware of the existence of fel energy and demons.

   is like a radar.

  This thing is not very useful in Azeroth now, but if the old Garni is to be active in Draenor in the future, it is a very important thing.

  Old Gani is only a weak Loa after all, and he has only just headed towards the ordinary Loa when he boarded Black's downwind boat. In a world full of demons, there are so many terrible things that can kill him.

   But the most unbearable thing for Blake is that old Ghani put "boots" on his feet.

   A pair of dwarf-style hunting boots, Black's favorite lost in Silithus, a gift from old Hemet, very, very good hunting boots.

   However, after it was contaminated with C'Thun's gastric juice, it was corroded and looked bad. After Old Gani got it, it seemed that he had someone sew it up.

   But poor sewing skills made the broken shoes even more ugly.

   But no matter how ugly the shoes are, they are full of joy when they are worn by a slender-jawed dragon. Just like the cat in boots, there is a sense of joy in addition to the weirdness.

   "What do you say you wear shoes for? Your paws don't fit in them at all, won't it be uncomfortable?"

  Blake was holding a pipe and looking at old Gani's new equipment with strange eyes, he complained:

   "Also, all the new things on your body seem to be related to me. Who is the **** of scavengers?"

   "Yes, which of us is the **** of scavengers?"

  Old Gani grinned, revealing his rasp-like teeth, and repeated Black's question in a strangely elongated voice, making the sentence instantly full of sarcasm.

   "Stop complaining about my new shoes, I can walk in any environment after wearing them, which greatly improves my delivery efficiency. This is the best piece of junk I've ever gotten from you."

  The God of Garbage Guy snorted, took the letter from Blake with his flexible claws with a flick of his tail, took another look, and said;

   "How come there are still several copies? Didn't you mean to give to the Prophet Velen of the Draenei? Who are the others for? You need to pay extra for sending several copies like this!"

   Old Garni rolled his sly eyes and said:

   "You can at least give me a few precious pieces of garbage. I smelled the fel smell of garbage in the fort next to me, and that strange burning smell made my heart itch.

  Go and find it for me, you are so talented in scavenging waste, do me a favor and make me happy too. "

   "You find it yourself."

  Black rolled his eyes and said:

   "I'm still busy. Except for Velen, the other letters are to be sent back to Azeroth, where you are very familiar, that is, in the blink of an eye.

I want to gather all those who really care about the affairs of the devil, hold a meeting in Draenor, a land ravaged by demons, and give the peace-loving justice warriors of the two worlds a place to communicate, so that they can Come up with a solution.

   By the way, give my evil friends a place to make trouble, give them a hand, and give those scumbags a chance to finish their last fight.

   Of course, it's on my territory, hehe, he still wants to fight me. "

   The stinky pirate gave a gloomy and evil laugh, which made Old Gani move his body uncomfortably.

   It knows that the big bad Blake is pushing some **** scary stuff again.

  The kind-hearted **** of trashmen has the intention to leave now, but after thinking about it, he approached Black with wagging tail, and stretched his slender neck to the ear of the pirate, and whispered:

   "When are you going back to Azeroth?"

   "Eh? Do you want me to go back so much? No, when did our relationship get so good?"

  The smelly pirate glanced at Old Gani oddly and said:

   "Have you been bullied by someone? Are you going to find me to go back to town? No problem! I tell you, whoever dares to bully you will have a hard time with me, and I'll beat those guys when I'm free.

  You wait a few days, I'll go back when I'm done. "

   "No, I am such a good-tempered god, who would provoke me for nothing?"

  Old Garni shook his head and explained:

   "It's just that the situation on Zandalar Island is a bit weird, especially in the Waldun Desert. I always feel like something is going to happen, and I haven't been able to sleep well recently.

  I would like to invite you to come and take a look, or simply teach the snake people a lesson. They have been crazy recently and have been digging temples under the desert.

   And you might not know it, something happened in the Nazmir Swamp. "

  Speaking of this, Old Gani was suddenly a little scared.

   It whispered:

   "The horrible thing in that golden palace seems to be waking up.

  The Golden Dynasty sent soldiers and guards to seal off the surrounding swamp, while the blood trolls abandoned their own territory and went to worship in a newly dug underground pit in groups.

  Things are troublesome.

  Old Bwonsamdi took the opportunity you gave and ran to Zul'Farrak, but the other Loa are not as free and easy as him, and I still have a lot of believers there.

   You think of a way to help me, it’s best to get rid of it before things get worse. You’ve already killed two ancient gods, so it’s not a big problem to have another one, right? "

   "Wait, you say G'huun is waking up?"

  Black frowned, took off his pipe and said:

"When did this happen?"

   "Just ten days ago!"

   Old Gani rolled his eyes and immediately replied:

   "It's almost after you left Pandaria. This is a strange thing, and there was no sign at all, and it suddenly broke out. I also asked Zul specifically, but the Dark Prophet couldn't figure it out.

   He said he could only see the shadows over the Zandalar and all the roa, but the light of hope was shining.

   This is not to say that it is not to say. "

  The God of Trashman complained:

   "You prophets are so annoying. The more important things are, the more you have to play this kind of riddle game."

   "He's not playing with words."

  Black shook his head, without explaining, and said:

   "Don't worry, don't be afraid, I will help you if something goes wrong. But now you have to find out if there is any connection between the blood troll riots in Nazmir and the snake man operation in the Vol'dun desert.

   I mean, before I go back, at least you have to figure out who is behind these two things.

  I personally prefer that it is our dear Corruptor who is trying to salvage the situation. "

  The smelly pirate sneered and said:

   "Its activity in the past 100,000 years has given it powers all over the world. Before you noticed, the shadow of N'Zoth appeared in the seal that suppressed G'huun.

   It should be that Pandaria's failure made the Corruptor angry, so it was preparing for a big deal while I left Azeroth.

   But not so fast. "

  Black comforted the frightened old Ghani, saying:

   "That seal is not so easy to break, even if the serpent people dug up the horrors beneath the desert, they would have to capture Zuldazar before unlocking G'huun's ultimate seal.

   Even if I don’t intervene, this process can’t be done in a few months, leaving enough time for us to react, so don’t be fooled.

   Steady is victory.

  Speaking of which, you started working in the Draenor world, are you trying to find a way for yourself? Your eyes are not very good. It's much more messy than Azeroth. "

   "The chaos is really messy, but there is also a lot of garbage!"

  Old Garni said with bright eyes:

   "I thought the Djinn was lying to me at the time, but I took the time to send a few scavengers to Draenor for a few laps, and then I realized what the Djinn was telling the truth!

  This world is full of rubbish, it is my heaven!

  My newly developed believers in the local area collected a lot of useful garbage without much effort, and my believers in the ruined city of ogres were especially helpful.

   They brought me a lot of broken rune weapons, enough to arm my followers in Zandalar.

  I never imagined that those elves were so talented in scavenging waste. When they took the initiative to join me, I couldn't believe it.

   Who would think that I, a troll who believed in Loa, could still find elf believers.

  Tsk tsk, I've done something that other Loa can't do at all. "

"and many more!"

  Blake suddenly captured a very important message from the words of old Ghani, and he said suspiciously:

   "The ruins of the ogre city? You mean Highmaul, right? And the elves there took the initiative to find you and ask for help? Is it the archaeologists of the missing Sacred Relic Society of Quel'dorei?

   Are they your followers now? "

   "Yeah, that's them."

   Old Gani said blankly:

   "When they found me, they were being hunted by a group of terrifying black knights. The blood on my body was terrible, and everyone was injured. They asked me to shelter them, guide them, and gave me a lot of garbage as tribute.

  I used my divine power to help them go back to the ruins to hide. Recently, I taught them to collect various materials to survive and avoid the pursuit of the black knights.

   Is there something wrong with this? "

   "Good old Gani!"

  Black grabbed the old Gani's head and slammed it a few times, then let it go amid the babble of the **** of trash, and said angrily:

   "I just said that I sent watchmen to find them, but they couldn't find them, and I was wondering if those guys were flying with wings, but I didn't expect you to be doing things in secret!

  Tell me where they are.

  Did you know that those guys are hiding the most valuable treasure in the whole of Draenor! "

   "Huh? Are they still hiding treasures? Or the most valuable treasures in the whole world?"

  Old Gani was startled, and immediately scolded:

   "It's the other way around! As a believer of the trash god, it's a bunch of **** heretics! I know the elves can't be trusted!

asshole!

   They should be thrown to those black knights now! "

   "You should have noticed something wrong when they were hunted down by the black knight. Who is the black knight? Do you think the best treasure hunters among the stars would be interested in a group of trash?"

   Black sneered:

   "I think you're a fool for picking up trash, hurry up, give me their hiding place, and I'll send someone to get them back."

   "Oh, even a heretic believer is a believer."

  Old Gani rolled his eyes and said in a long voice:

   "Who does not know in the whole of Azeroth, my old Gani treats believers the best, and will never give up any believer, let alone hand my believer to a terrible pirate.

   They have given me a lot of treasures and garbage. As a Loa with a bottom line, I can't do such an unconscionable thing, right? "

   "Why are you so annoying? Isn't it just extra money."

  Black took out the eyeball of the abyss lord just sent by the evil eye from his luggage, and handed it to Old Gani and said:

   "Is this enough?"

   "I don't want this!"

   Old Gani snorted, not even looking at what was in front of him.

  It took a few steps back with its nimble paws pinching its nose and screamed:

   "It's baby! You know, I can't have baby, I just want trash, that's my bottom line"

   "Poof"

   Before the old Gani finished speaking, he saw Blake condense a shadow throwing knife from his finger, and stabbed the demon eyeball that was too big like a fel orb in his hand.

   This knife accurately destroyed the most valuable part of the eyeball, greatly reducing the effect of condensing magic power, but it did not completely destroy it, and still retained a part of the magic core.

   But he managed to let the eyeball slip from the most advanced magic material to a tasteless thing.

   "Hey, now it's fresh out of the oven, utter garbage."

  Black shook the broken eyeball in front of the glistening old Gani, and said:

   "I like people with a bottom line, so do you want it? Is this enough to buy your bottom line?"

The slender-jawed dragon god's eyes moved along the broken eyeballs that moved up and down in the hands of the stinky pirates. It even made the action of swallowing saliva. After a few seconds, Old Gani grabbed the broken trash eyeballs with his flexible claws. come over.

   It shook its head and made a helpless and sad expression, saying:

   "Oh, although I am very good to the believers, this heresy who hides treasures still needs to be punished. They are obviously not serving me sincerely, they are just using my hidden power to avoid danger.

   This kind of behavior is so hateful!

  These bad guys have to be repaired by a worse guy, so, in the name of the trash god, I'm offering a bounty to the uncrowned.

  My dear great scavenger Black, solve this headache for your scavenger god. "

Old Gani held the damaged precious eyeballs, and it looked at the precious "kill now" garbage in his hand with an obsessive look, and he used a tone of indifference to the few "traitors who took advantage of it". "The exact location was told to Black.

  Black also communicated the latest target information to the two Void Watchers who were operating in Nagrand through Xal'atath.

   He said good-bye to the old Gani, who got the satisfied garbage. He stepped on those funny boots, shook his head holding the red hood, and disappeared into the smoke of the garbage.

   "As expected of you, old Gani, you really are my lucky star."

  Blake let out a wicked laugh. He looked back contentedly at the demon fortress whose flames had been extinguished behind him, thinking about what to do next, and walked over there quickly.

In the far west of Nagrand, in the deepest part of the ruins of a huge city near the coast, a group of Quel'dorei elves hiding here, dressed like beggars, stared at the old statue of Garni who was visiting in front of them. .

   In the stench of the malicious Loa's fart, they felt their connection to the **** of trash they believed was severed.

   They were forsaken by their gods.

  What the **** is going on in this world?

   Are these noble spirits not even qualified to be beggars in another world now?

   (end of this chapter)