Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 145 53. The Law of the Devil [1515]

   Old Bwonsamdi left.

When    left, the fire of the soul in the eyes of the death **** was beating very seriously, and he didn't see the usual hippie smile at all.

   On a perceptual level, it doesn't want to believe Black's claims.

   But intellectually, Bwonsamdi had already believed it by seven points when Blake broke the news.

  Because the Sandfury clan living in the great desert of Kalimdor Continent really settled there 10,000 years ago, and the Sandfury clan is different from other troll clans.

   They are quite faithful to their faith.

   At present, the Sandfury clan believes in two loa, Jibul Eraka, the tiger body, and Gazrela, the multi-headed snake god.

  Those madmen dug a giant pool in order to allow aquatic Loa like Gazirella to survive in the desert, even in the deepest part of the desert.

   This is completely different from those troll clans who change their beliefs at random and randomly change their beliefs about Loa.

   And if there is a shrine to Muerzala in the city of Zul Falakri.

   That problem is quite troublesome.

   This may mean that Muerzala's beliefs are taking root again among the Sandfury trolls.

  Black said there was only one Muirzala devotee in that city, a statement Bwonsamdi did not believe.

   It must hurry up and immediately send its most trusted priests to Kalimdor to check it out.

  If things go wrong, the Sandfury clan.

   can't stay!

   After watching old Bwonsamdi leave, Black moved his shoulders back to the human body, and he glanced at the tattered Nagfar under his feet.

   A touch of love appeared in his blue eyes.

   "You'll be healed, right? Don't worry, I'll find enough souls to feed you."

  The pirate reached out and patted the boat under his feet, and he reassured him:

   "Be patient for a while, I'll deal with something important."

   After he finished speaking, he jumped off the side of the boat several meters high and landed on the surface of the ice, before he even had time to see the large list of talents and skills newly added on the character card.

   Now is not the time to say that.

  Seeing Blake hurried over, all the orcs of the Black-toothed Laughing Clan gathered on the ice, including Garona, all looked at him with strange and dull eyes.

   Just now, for the first time, they heard Blake say his real first and last name.

   When these two TM black hand brothers heard that name, everyone was dumbfounded!

  Proudmoore, my God!

  The prince of Kul Tiras became a pirate and took a group of orcs across the endless seas to overthrow the legions of **** in troll territory.

   The **** holy light of mankind is above!

  This world is really crazy, this story, this truth, is really crazy.

   "What? Haven't you seen me? One by one, why are they all looking at me like this?"

  Black noticed the eyes of these guys, and he said in a strange tone:

   "Does my true identity make you feel worried and offended?"

   "No, no, Captain."

   Even the Orc Warlock Evil Eye, who has always claimed to be loyal to the captain, stutters when he speaks.

  This dog-legged warlock touched the scar on his eye, and he grinned, revealing a green-faced fang, but a blank smile.

Say:

   "Mainly because it was too sudden. Everyone is a little bit. How should I put it, it's hard to accept."

  “Shu”

   Black grinned.

   In the next moment, he took off the face covering that he had been staying on, took off his hood, and tossed his long hair.

   The wounds on his face have been fully healed by Akunda's blessing of regeneration during this journey.

So for the first time, in the world of Azeroth, in an unobstructed way, I showed my handsome face with a sinister and evil temperament that could not be wiped off, and showed it in the sun. Down.

   And the long blond hair that was untidy.

   In the midst of all the silence, Black turned around, with an awkward smile on his face, and threw up and down the group of magic spirits in his hands that were still exuding interlaced rays of light.

   He was full of malice and said to Garona and Brother Blackhand:

   "Scared you, right?"

   "Come on, get to know me again, my name is indeed Blake Shaw, I'm not lying to you. But I also have another name, Derek Proudmoore.

  The crown prince of Kul Tiras is in the past. When you orcs drove the red dragon to destroy my fleet, I waved goodbye to the past.

  The fire of the red dragon sealed my fate, and Hela's curse forced me to take this path.

   At that time, I couldn't look back. "

   Black shrugged, and said to his men:

   "Now, I can go back.

   But when I look back on my experience during this period, I suddenly realize that I don’t actually hate this kind of life. Perhaps in the bones of the Proudmoore family blood, the desire is not to become an admiral.

  The Proudmoore family has produced too many naval heroes.

  I think it's time for a famous pirate to adjust the legend in the family.

so.

  Why go back? "

The    pirate explained this, then smiled at Garona who had returned to a living state, and said in a low voice:

   "Promise you, I'll talk about it later, ma'am, I have to go check on Merry first."

   "Well, you go."

  Garona glanced at Blake's face, she reached out and pulled her hood, and said:

   "I'm in no hurry, I've always been patient, Captain Black."

The name    made Blake stunned for a moment.

   He then sighed and said playfully:

   "Oh, we fought side by side, I thought we were friends, but you didn't want to call me 'captain'."

   "嘁."

  Garona curled her lips, she said with a smile:

   "I served Gul'dan before, and also served two Tribal Warchiefs. If you count the assassination of Medivh, I also served Anduin Lothar.

   They are all my former employers.

  You want me to be your subordinate, Blake Shaw, at least you have to have a crown on your head, right? It's expensive to hire me, my friend.

   Now you can't come up with enough 'money'.

   I will consider your invitation when you become a real big man. "

   "Alright."

   Black laughed, turned to Brother Black Hand and Evil Eye, and the noble Akundazarac who came hunched over, as well as the foxman quartermaster Eudora, these few of them shouted from their hearts:

   "Go to Treasure Island and collect gold coins! I only want the best and most precious ones, with the best uniform pattern, collect at least 600 pieces, put them in a box, and bring them to me!

   Then let the others ship the treasures of the island!

  I allow everyone to take the largest amount of treasure that can be handled by both hands as personal gain, but once the treasure is in the warehouse, if you dare to steal it, you will cut off your hands! "

   "Yes! Captain!"

   Eudora, who was the smallest, but his eyes were shining, was the first to respond. The little fox man glanced at the Nagfar again, scratched his head, and said to Black:

   "But Captain, with so much treasure, we won't be able to carry even a tenth of that ghost ship full. We still need ships, the more the better!

   also needs a place to hide treasure.

   We need a treasure trove!

   So many treasures, now that there are no curses, it's too unsafe to put them here. "

   "So, figure out a way to spend them."

  Black rubbed his chin, and finally set his eyes on the far noble Akunda, the northern troll Zaraq. He thought about it and said to Zaraq:

   "You, you used to live in the Zandalar Empire, do you know the caravan that can buy ships?"

   "Yes! Captain."

  The Northland troll rubbed his hands excitedly and said to Black:

   "I met many ancestral tortoises in Zuldazar. Those tortoise people who walked slowly and talked very loudly were a group of people who lived a long time and were very good at doing business.

   They often come from afar to make pilgrimages to the Loa **** Toga, so they are very well connected in Zuldazar. Through them, we can even buy retired warships in the Zandalar Empire's golden fleet.

   But the price.”

   Before Zalak finished speaking, Blake stepped forward, put his hand on the shoulders of the noble Akunda, and pointed to Treasure Island.

He says:

   "Look at that pile of things, Zalak, and answer me again, do you think we are short of money now? Go buy it! Buy a combat-capable ship, don't buy too many leftovers, buy the largest one.

   As for the treasure house, let me think about it again. There are many islands in the South China Sea, but they are safe. I don’t want to do this now, I still have important things to do.

   Let’s split up.

  Zarak and Eudora went to contact the ancestor turtle merchant to buy a ship. After the matter was completed, they met at the port of the ancestor turtle in the northeast of the Waldun Desert.

  Others, go back to Zemland Port first! "

  Black pointed to the shoreline where the sea fog had dissipated and said to the others:

   "We're going out tonight to recruit some more sailors. There's only so many people that the boat can't leave."

   After finishing the task, the pirate captain nodded to Garona and strode towards Treasure Island. In the center of the island full of wealth, there was a purple magic enchantment towering.

  Merry. The winter wind sealed himself inside, and the layers of cold air impacted him. It seemed that no one else was allowed to approach, but it was not for the sole purpose of swallowing the treasure.

   It was the old mage who had a problem with his own body.

   "Master, are you okay?"

   Against the piercing cold wind, Black walked a few steps forward in the sea of ​​gold coins. He called out to the magic barrier in front of him, but got no response.

   Until a few seconds later, Meri Winter Breeze rang out with a painful hoarse voice.

   "Don't come here! It's pounding my mind. It senses the weakness I'm suppressing it, and it's going to escape! No, it's not just going to escape.

  It wants it to occupy me.

do not come! Danger! "

   "That's what I came for, Master."

   Hearing that the old mage was still sane, Black was relieved, and he shouted towards the magic barrier:

   "I can help you! Trust me, Master, I have created many small miracles along the way, and this one is not bad, let go of the barrier and let me in!

  I can help you. "

   "How can you help?"

  Merry's voice will become a little weird, like a double accent, in addition to his own decayed and hoarse tone, there seems to be a hint of sarcasm and provocation.

   "I'll talk to it."

The    pirate also put on a calm tone, knocking on the violet magic barrier like knocking on the door, he said:

   "I'll talk to you, calmly, and I know you'll talk to me too, because if you don't want to, I'm going to say something that will scare your pants.

   Nathrezim, Dread Lord Kathanatil! "

The weird name    was pronounced by Black in an unfamiliar demonic language.

   This real name appeared for a moment, and the old mage who was sneering in the enchantment was like a chicken strangled by the neck, but that thing quickly reacted.

   It howled at Black with the double tone of the old mage Merry:

   "I am the vanguard of destruction of the Legion! I am the visitor from the shadows cast by the stars! I have come with the evil thoughts of the gods, and I have nothing to say with you mortals who are doomed to decay!

  Go away!

   This body! This soul! its mine! "

   "thal\'kituun! Kathra\'Natir!"

   Black uttered a Nasrezim and responded:

   "I was just going to talk to you about your master."

   This sentence attracted the sarcasm of the Dread Demon King again:

   "Your efforts are lovely, weak mortal. Give it up, I won't reveal anything about Lord Sargeras."

   "No, not this one!"

   It was interrupted by Blake before he finished speaking.

  The pirate said in a whisper in the cold wind:

"What I want to say to you is the King of the Reapers, the Ancestor of the Bloodborn, the Builder and Master of Revendez, the Sinner, the Master of the Tombstone of Ten Thousand Sins, the Nathrezim and the Vincy The father of Er, one of the six pillars of the shadow world!

  I want to talk to you about your true master.

  I'm about to speak out the supreme name of the Eternal One, and you, you must talk to me about this great emperor"

   "Shut up! Come in! Be quiet! I don't know what you call a bastard, do you want to kill us?"

   Just as Blake was about to say that name, a crack opened in the magical barrier in front of him, and a huge demon claws entwined with fel energy and coldness protruded from it.

   clasped Blake by the shoulders, and with a swoosh, he grabbed the pirate inside.

   "Boom"

   That crack suddenly closed in the next instant.

  PS:

   Observers, don’t be too busy, there will be more updates from the leader in a while.

   (end of this chapter)