Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1446 79. Your Majesty, as the Lich King, it would be disrespectful not to have an admiral serving you!

  The goblins of Risky Bay have suffered a disaster.

  Under overcast clouds, a poisonous storm descended from the sky and swept across the largest estuary in the Grizzly Hills.

  Unprepared, it took only a few minutes for the goblins to build the docks and docks with poisoned corpses.

   But at Black's request, Gaboa did not kill them all.

  The newly born troll pirate **** "kindly" spared about a boatload of people, but did not take their lives, but poisoned their eyes, and sent the wind to send these boats out of the frozen sea.

   This is enough to bring these surviving guys back to the borders of the endless sea where there are pirates, and spread the mighty legend about the new pirate **** and the slaughter that took place in the Risky Bay.

   Fear and Mystery are definitely the best flavoring agents for Tales of the Sea.

   The word of mouth of these guys is enough to praise the power of Gaboa, the new Loa, and on the other hand, it can also once again declare the control of the undead pirates over the frozen sea.

   And by the way, Blake Shaw's determination to clean up any foreign scum.

   "Cool, very fierce."

  After the dark and poisonous storm, seeing Gaboa descend from the sky with a triumphant gesture, wrapped in the dim storm and returned to the deck of the Reaper, Blake generously sent praises of the great pirate.

   To be honest, the scene of the poisonous storm swept across the bay just now did indeed feel like a "god's punishment".

   In the face of the stinky pirate's compliment, Gaboa waved his hand a little humbly. He looked down at the shadow and poisonous light entangled in his hand, and sighed:

   "Oh, I finally got what I wanted and entered this realm. My spirit has been imprinted in a higher space, which makes me no longer have to worry about the sudden arrival of death.

   It's like the bad feeling of being nailed to the pier in Zemland Harbor more than 7,000 years ago, once in a lifetime.

   I should thank you, my good friend. "

  Gaboa said to Black in front of him with rare sincerity:

   "Without your help, it would be really difficult for me to accomplish my ideals so smoothly. After all, it is reasonable to say that my fate has ended in a long time ago.

  Say it.

   What can my new-born God do for you? My dear **** friend. "

   In the face of Gaboa's rare sincere generosity, Blake shrugged, but he didn't make his request right away.

   Because he doesn't seem to have anything to do without Gaboa's help.

   But everyone said so, a stingy guy offered to pay, and if he refused, he would be punished by heaven.

   "Wait a minute, let me see you first, stand up, don't move!"

  Black blinked and threw a scout on Gaboa, he wanted to see the difference between the power of a new Loa and Gaboa's previous power.

   Soon, the character entry that Gaboa just "updated" appeared in front of Blake:

   Name: Calamity of the South Sea/Gaboa, the Pirate God of Trolls

   Race: Spawn of Serpents/Eternal Spirit

   Occupation: Level 60 Pirate Elite / Level 60 War Druid Serpent Form Elite / Level 60 Witch Doctor Elite

  Legendary Occupation: Level 12 Elemental Lord [Flesh Form] Leader / Level 12 Pirate Lord Leader

  Mythical Occupation: Level 1 Loa, Medium Divine Power

  Status: Body of Loa·Faith Link

  Character Description:

Although still as unremarkable as before, Gaboa has indeed completed an otherworldly act, and since then, in the world and stories of mortals, those who have heard Gaboa's stories talk about him every time. Always keep your voice down.

   In every storm of the South Seas, those pirates will see Gaboa and his ship sailing above the sky.

   He has become a symbol of a natural dimension.

  Whether you like it or not, you have to accept his existence.

   "Well, although I don't like it, to be honest, I'm a little jealous when I see you looking so proud."

  Blake drank his pipe and looked at Gaboa, who was beside him with a proud face. He blew out a smoke ring and pouted and said:

   "As long as I lower my requirements a little bit, maybe the first mortal pirate to get the title of 'Pirate God' will be me, but what can I say, I don't have the habit of competing for glory with my trash friends.

  I still have a lot of precious and great things to pursue, but Baobuqi becoming a pirate **** is the greatest achievement in your life.

  I can't bear to take this honor from you again. "

   "Hey, your words are really poisonous, you know that?"

  Gaboa immediately touched his fangs in disgust after hearing the stinky pirate's complaints. He leaned on the hot air machete around his waist and said to Blake angrily:

"And did you realize that you are talking to a **** now! You should pay more attention to what you should be decent! Of course, I know you are a rude bastard, so I don't expect you to have How respectful.

   But at least when talking, use honorifics, right? "

   "My noble pirate god, please forgive my rudeness.

   But we Kul Tirans who grew up watching the navy hang pirates are like that, rudeness has always been our virtue, especially when the person we are talking to is a pirate. "

   In the face of Gaboa's humble request, Blake rolled his eyes and refused decisively. He snorted and said something yin and yang, then turned his head to look at the frozen sea under the side of the Reaper, and told Gaboa the business:

   "I know you're sincere in wanting to thank me, but the thing is I don't really need you to do much for me right now.

  I can let others do things that you can easily do.

   As for those things that others can’t do for you, those things that require a Loa to pay a great price to do, I won’t throw you as cannon fodder.

  You know that you owe me a big favor, so be ready to repay the favor at any time. If something happens, I will call you as soon as possible, and you must appear in front of me as soon as possible!

   I do things by the rules, you must be quite understand. "

  Blake shrugged and looked at the troll pirate **** beside him. The latter's expression was not good. He whispered:

   "You can't just let me do something for you. For example, let me run errands for you, buy things and other tasks to me, so that I can easily repay your favor, okay?

   You also know that for this promotion, I spent almost all my valuables, and I am now a downright pauper. "

   "Then you don't deserve to call yourself a pirate god."

  Blake snorted, glanced at Gaboa, and said in a disdainful tone:

   "There's really no need for a stinky pirate who messed around so badly.

  I'm serious, you still want to be a pirate **** in your situation? As long as your current situation spreads out, your pathetic one or two thousand believers will leave you immediately.

  I now feel more and more that I am fortunate enough to witness the birth of the record of the shortest existing Loa in the world.

   Don't I really need to help it out? Lord Gaboa, as long as you nod your head, the loyal Black will be able to handle this matter for you immediately without any psychological burden."

   "Enough! Stop being cynical, you bastard."

  Gaboa was a little angry, but in the end, the troll shrugged helplessly and accepted the reality of being treated badly. No way, who let him put on Black and owe a terrible favor?

   "Are you sure you don't need my presence in the big battle between your undead pirates and the Alliance Navy?"

  Gaboa's eyes shone with the cold light of divinity, and he asked in a gloomy tone:

   "I can sneak attack them from behind, as long as you give an order, I can definitely make them come and go!"

   "Can you still use you against them?"

  Blake breathed out a smoke ring. He looked up and down the confident Gaboa with strange eyes, and asked in a strange tone:

   "Can you raise a great storm and destroy the fleets of Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas?"

   "Uh, a little overhang."

  Gaboa rubbed his fangs and said:

   "But I can stray them, leave them alone in the frozen sea, and flood them with storms of shadow and poison if necessary!"

"how long it takes?"

   Black asked again, and Gaboa grinned and said:

   "Five days! I only need to prepare for five days!"

   "And then you need my people as bait to lure them into traps? My people can lure them, why lure them into your bad traps?"

  The smelly pirate kept shaking his head and said:

   "This can't be done, the price-performance ratio is too low. Let me ask you again, can you shelter my marines against the magic barrier of the elves, rush into Quel'Thalas and loot?"

   "Uh, this is a bit difficult."

  Gaboa gritted his teeth and said:

   "But I can meet them outside the elf enchantment! And give them intelligence support."

   "If in such an operation, the Uncrowned even requires you to be an alien pirate **** for intelligence work, then I will really despair of the business ability of my subordinates."

   Black pouted and said:

   "You can't win if you fight head-on, and you can't do it by stealth and sneak attack, so you should take a good rest, and you won't bother the Pirate God with such trivial matters."

   "You TM"

   The despised Gaboya broke his defense almost instantly.

  The old troll grabbed Black by the collar and shouted at him:

   "Which Loa can do these things on your own? If I can really do these things alone, what kind of Loa should I be? Bah, I think you're just looking for trouble!

  You **** are trying to embarrass me on purpose! "

"I do not have."

  Black denies:

   "I'm such a busy big man, how can I have the mood and energy to joke with you, a little-known old troll? I'm just telling the truth, it's not that I won't let you pay your debts.

   Mainly because you are really too picky. "

"Dry!"

  Gaboa gave Blake the **** viciously. He turned his head and sulked alone. After a few minutes, he looked back at Blake and said helplessly:

   "Why don't you ask me to do something, otherwise I will feel very uneasy.

   You see, I have finally completed the great cause of my life, and I was trying to do something to show my strength, but you were contemptuous and sarcastic, which made me feel bad and have no sense of accomplishment at all.

  You **** who makes fun of other people's ideals!

  If it wasn't for me who couldn't beat you, I would definitely teach you a lesson! "

"Uh"

  Gaboa's rant made the pirate blink, he took off his pipe and rubbed his face, showing a serious expression, and said:

"I really didn't expect that you could actually raise this matter to such a level that it doesn't belong to it. Okay, since the word 'ideal' has been mentioned, it would be a bit too much for me not to let you do something for me. Look down on your ideals.

  My dear, the great villain Gaboa with ideals, please help me, I am going to meet Marshal Lothar, but I have no suitable means of transportation."

   Having said this, Blake stretched out his hand and grabbed the sky, who was flying around, screaming, and forcibly stuffed it into his pocket, coughed a few more times, and said to the newly born troll pirate **** beside him:

   "Can I ask you to do me this favor? Use your superb sailing skills and your mighty voodoo warship to send me, this poor bastard, from here to the Lich King?"

   "Sure, I'd love to do it."

Gaboa rubbed his hands, and the new pirate **** gave a smug laugh, spread his hands out, and stimulated his divine power as he folded them, just like a bear child who got a new toy, summoning a more obedient than before. The wind element pushed the Reaper to change course in the air, galloping all the way towards Lothar's current position.

   He was able to do this before, but the power to control the storm came from Al'Akir, the wind rider.

   But it's different now!

Now he is relying on his two powers of "storm" and "navigation" in the pirate priesthood to achieve this scene. Even if the wind rider pulls all the elemental blessings from Gaboa now, he can no longer affect the trolls. Pirates have mastered the wind and the sea.

The power of    is entirely his own and has no side effects.

   This is Gaboa's true ideal.

However, it didn't take long for the old troll to get excited. When he turned back to see Black and Nathanos Maris chatting on the side of the boat, Gaboa suddenly came back to his senses and realized his current situation. .

   "Ah! Damn it!"

   Then, the old giant devil's screams and roars echoed in the clouds of the frozen sea, and the voice was full of dissatisfaction and ignored anger after being played with.

   "My ideal is not to be a driver for you, bastard! I worked so hard to find the power to become a god, but not to please you black-hearted bastard!

   It's too much to ask a noble loa to sail for you or something!

   Based on the humiliation I have received, I am enough to believe that I have already repaid your favor!

   Did you hear that?

  Black!

  I will send you to your destination.

   But I have repaid your favor! "

—

   "Hey, what a **** who can't make a joke."

On the edge of Zuldak and Crystalsong Forest, watching the Reaper above his head disappear into the clouds, the smelly pirate made an indecent pirate gesture towards the sky with disdain, and turned back to Naza next to him. North and Sylvanas complained:

   "The ranger generals of the dignified human kingdom and the ranger lords of the elf kingdom are all serving me as attendants. What's wrong with letting him, a little Loa, drive the boat for me?

   Do you still feel wronged? "

   "Well, even though I'm an elf and the Loa you're playing with is a **** troll, I don't think it's his fault."

   Sylvanas reached out and pulled his hood and whispered:

   "My mother taught me since I was a child that you can disrespect the enemy, but you must respect strength. Whether it is from your personal friendship with him or from his position, he should be treated better."

   "You still have the face to say that you are an elf? Listen to what you say."

  Blake spit out:

   "I've treated a troll **** too much, shouldn't you elves applaud and make me go too far? In terms of your hatred with the trolls, you have enough reasons to do so.

Tsk tsk, I'm starting to wonder if you've been in too much contact with the troll **** of snow leopards, causing you to have questions about your identity and racial identity, maybe before long my poor brother will have a 'troll wife' ' too. "

"To shut up!"

  Maris and Shiva scolded at the same time, but the pirates didn't care at all.

   He sneered and looked at His Excellency the Lich King Lothar, who was posing on the edge of the hill above the undead army line. He stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, strode forward, and said to Lothar, who turned his back to him:

   "Good news, Your Majesty!"

   "Remember when you said last time that you wanted an admiral of your own?"

   "Hey, I found it for you!

  Although not as powerful as Dai Lin, I think the natural disaster navy is in such a bad state that even a few seasoned sailors don't have it, you can't expect more, right? "

   (end of this chapter)