Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 144 52. The first full level of young people [1415]

   "Clap clap"

   On the deck of the Nagfar, Blake kept clapping his hands and whistling from time to time, cheering for the old Bwonsamdi who was dancing in the air in front of him.

   As expected of a troll!

   This dance pose is really nothing to say! Well, that Thomas slalom, so professional!

And the head of Zandalari pirate king Zemran, who was placed on the wooden barrel next to him, also stared at the rotten and weathered eyes, watching the stinky Bwonsamdi completely, and finished dancing an ancient troll war dance.

   This scene, only the two of them can see.

   And the Nagfar has been emptied, and there is no one else around, lest Bwonsamdi's little black story spreads and makes the old troll angry and drop a curse to kill them both.

   Actually, this is just a form.

   Bwonsamdi said that he didn't believe in Black, that he didn't care about his brutal adoptive father, Azeroth's oldest **** of death, Muezala, and the shrine left in the material world.

   Actually, it cares.

  If this news is true, it proves that Bwonsamdi's monitoring of troll civilization for thousands of years has gone wrong.

   What's more, if Muerzala has believers again, then it will not be far from the material world.

   Once returned to the material world by the Sleeping Father, the Son of Time, and the Friend of the Night, it can easily take away the death power it bestowed upon Bwonsamdi.

   And once it does that, the troll civilization will collapse quickly.

   To put it simply, Bwonsamdi, the troll Reaper, dare not bet on the truth of this news.

   Bwonsamdi is not afraid of Hela. He knows very well that Hela cannot use his precious power to deal with Odin before he solves it.

   But it was afraid of Muezala.

   Not just because Muezala was its adoptive father, but also because Muezala used only a little power to elevate him to the death of trolls when he was a mortal.

   And it, the **** of death, is only Muerzala's spokesperson in the material world.

  From this point of view, the two gods of death in Azeroth have some problems with "family relations". Hela wants to kill her **, and Bwonsamdi is like a thief guarding his adoptive father.

   This father-daughter and father-son relationship is really bad.

   Maybe the two of them can think about it, let go of their prejudices, and form a "father-enemy alliance" or something like that.

   "Well, after the dance, I haven't moved my body for a long time. I'm getting old and moldy."

   Bwonsamdi finished the troll war dance with a cool Thomas slalom, and hovered in front of Blake again, pretending to move his shoulders, the soul fire in his eyes dancing.

   There is already strong impatience and a shocking killing intent.

  Black knew that the heat was almost over.

   Keep playing and Bwonsamdi is going to go crazy.

  This troll **** of death has a quirky temper, but that doesn't mean it will accept humiliation from others casually. Although, the invitation to dance is definitely not a humiliation for trolls.

   This is the ethnic culture of their civilization, no matter what the trolls do, they can have something to do with dancing.

   "Come on, let's sign this deal."

  Black took off the gauntlet of the Mason Brotherhood's armor, his left hand turned towards Bwonsamdi in front of him, and his right hand held the head of the contented Zemran.

   He coughed a few times and said to Bwonsamdi:

   "I will take over the unfinished duties of Zemlan, as a pirate, to complete the sacred deal with the troll Reaper, the great and wise Bwonsamdi.

  I will keep this cursed mojo and turn it into my new power!

   under the witness of death.

  I will fulfill this deal, even if I am torn to pieces. "

   "I, Bwonsamdi, the death of trolls, witness the establishment of the deal."

   Bwonsamdi raised his hands, the scarlet moon appeared above his head, and the moonlight shone on Blake's body, causing his undead form to be quickly reshaped into a fresh human life.

  Troll Reaper said in a solemn tone:

   "I agree with the transformation of this millennium duty. From today onwards, the flesh and blood life in front of me will become a member of the Underworld, and I will give him the important rules for receiving souls."

   In the next moment, the eyes of the two of them looked at the third party who changed the responsibilities of the transaction at the same time.

  The Pirate King 7,000 years ago, the mad Zemran squeezed his rotten and weathered eyes, and firstly whistled Bwonsamdi very defiantly.

   said to Black again:

   "Hi friend, you fulfilled your promise, before I dissipated, the anger of being deceived in my heart finally subsided, I can finally let go of this.

   But I still have to warn you!

  Don't believe Bwonsamdi's nonsense, the content of the deal with me back then was more than the one it said just now. Haha, but that's not a secret that mortals should know.

  I hid it.

   That was the greatest treasure I have ever sought in my life, but unfortunately I failed.

   I meant to take it to the grave of eternal silence.

   But the dance this old **** danced just now was so beautiful, so I decided to leave it to you, I gave you all the treasure, it doesn't matter. "

   This head grinned open with a dry mouth, showing Blake a smile that would wake him up from a nightmare.

He says:

   "My first mate, who always likes rebellion, will help you find it. Also, thanks, friend, and good luck with your plundering at sea!"

   This thank you is absolutely sincere.

  If Blake doesn't take over the duties of his deal with Bwonsamdi, then after Bwonsamdi gets the mojo back, his soul will also be taken to Hades by Bwonsamdi.

   At that time, it is hard to say what kind of torture he will suffer.

   Bwonsamdi, although a little more reliable than Hela.

   But it's also a **** of death, and it's absolutely proficient in torture. But now, the deal that had to be fulfilled wasn't canceled, it was just transferred to Black.

   This means that Zemran's cursed millennium disaster is over.

   His decayed soul will also dissipate directly after the curse is removed, without having to fall into Bwonsamdi's hands.

   "I agree to transfer my responsibilities in the death deal to my excellent peer and latecomer, the human pirate Blake Shaw! And, Bwonsamdi, curse you!

  You sly old maniac, never want to get the most gorgeous jewel in the Great Desert of Wharton!

   I will never give it to you!

Ha ha ha ha. "

   In Zemran's wild laughter, the head of the 7,000-year-old Zandalari Pirate King quickly dissipated in Black's hands like quicksand that collapsed.

   His soul crumbled, and some fragments ran down Black's arm, turning into experience into the pirate's body.

   He casually threw the heat on the pirate class, but the experience bar of level 59 is so long, this amount of experience is simply not enough to make it jump forward.

   And now is not the time to scrutinize these harvests, the pirates have more important things to do.

   Under Bwonsamdi's strange gaze, Black took two steps forward, his feet on the side of the Nagfar, and he raised his right hand to the still frozen sea below.

   There is a sticky mass left after Zemlan's eternal silence dissipated, exuding the power of scarlet and dark blue, like a mass of plasticine.

   That's Bwonsamdi's death mojo.

   It contains the power of that eternal curse.

  When Black lifted this thing up, all the undead pirates on the ice not far away, those ghost bones who had been cursed and tortured for thousands of years, all turned their heads to look at Black.

   They are growling.

   They have fulfilled their promise to Black, and they have fought for the first place in the battle against the Kvaldir Mist Legion, and they have lost a lot.

   Now, they are asking for something in return!

   Ask Black to fulfill the oath he just made, they will be released!

   Even if the price of liberation is the same as their captain, it will completely dissipate in the material world.

   "Cursed undead pirates! I have seen the battle you fought for me! I will also fulfill my promise!"

  Black held up the group of red and blue death demons, the streamer of magic power wrapped around his arm, like a flag, he shouted towards the skeletons below:

   "I will set you free! I will free you! But... I have a small request to leave a trace of your rotten souls to me before you leave.

   As long as a trace is enough.

   Let me always remember fighting alongside you today!

   Let you share some of the legendary stories that ran across the world 7,000 years ago, and give me some of your courage to cross the sea.

   Keep your heroic fighting spirits in my memory forever!

   Give me courage, give me strength, and let me set foot in this blue sea of ​​plunder as a pirate.

   I will also inherit your name!

   In the name of the undead fleet, in the name of the undead pirates!

I.

   Drake Proudmoore, set you free! "

   The next moment, when Black's five fingers clasped together, the power of the eternal curse that had enveloped Zemland Harbor and this sea area for nearly seven thousand years was fully withdrawn.

   is like a scarlet light across the frozen sea, like a gust of wind, wherever it goes, those cursed bones and ghosts are like sand castles hit by the sea.

   One by one, they turned into quicksand and dissipated in the wind of magic power. They maintained their roaring movements, and the exhausted souls were forever silent between heaven and earth.

   They responded to Black's request at the last minute.

   At this moment, more than 3,000 faint soul fragments, mixed in the wind of magic, turned into scattered light feathers, and merged into Black's body.

  The pirate chuckled in his heart, and he changed his hands to inject this huge experience into the pirate and warlock classes.

   In the next moment, the experience bar belonging to the pirate class on the character card climbed as fast as a rocket, until the last moment, the experience bar seemed to be penetrated.

   solidified like dissipated ink, and disappeared completely under Blake's gaze.

   Pirate class level 60!

   Full level!

   is finally full!

   In the end, there was about one-third of the experience left, and he was thrown into the warlock class by throwing his hand. The warlock class, which was only level 5, also climbed like a rocket, and finally stopped at the figure of level 15.

   "Plan to pass!"

  Blake snapped his fingers, looked back at Bwonsamdi, who was cradling his arms with a cold expression on his face, whistled at the **** of death again, beckoned, and said:

   "Come, friend, I'll tell you a little secret about your adoptive father."

   "You better make sure that's real!"

  Old Bwonsamdi moved his chin and showed a malicious smile. It said:

   "Now we are traders. In the framework of trading, if you dare to lie to me, old Bwonsamdi has a way to teach you a reasonable and legal lesson."

   "Don't worry, the goods I gave you are absolutely worth the money!"

  The pirate stretched out his thumb, shook it in the air, touched his handsome cheek again, and showed a bright smile. Old Bwonsamdi floated over and landed beside Blake.

  The pirate bowed his head and said in the ear of Death:

   "You did secretly clean up all the shrines belonging to Muerzala in the material world after the sky was shattered, and you did a great job.

   Muerzala knew that it was you who did it, but he couldn't punish you for it.

   But you missed one point, Bwonsamdi, my friend, those shrines that existed before the 10,000-year-old fall apart, you haven't cleaned it up perfectly.

   As far as I know, Kalimdor, deep in the great desert of Tanaris, Zul'Falakri, the main city of Sandfury trolls, still has a dilapidated shrine inscribed with the name of Muezala.

  I have another message for you.

   Muerzala has the last believer in the material world, his name is Sekar.

   Martyr Sekar.

   Go kill him before he does anything dangerous, and cast your signature curse on the Sandfury trolls, there are people out there who believe in you anyway.

   Let those sandfury undead crawl out of the bunker and kill in that city! Well, if you are lucky enough to find those two Sandfury swords, don't forget to sell them to me.

   I recycle at a high price! "

   (end of this chapter)