Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 154 62. Do you occasionally pick up garbage to eat? That thing tastes good--adding updates for all brothers [35]

   "If you want us to go with you, you have to do one thing for us first."

   After thinking for half an hour, the old snake man seemed to have finally made up his mind. It raised its head and used its snake-like head to look at Black, who was holding the victory.

   It spit out a letter and said:

   "The reason you mentioned may be able to persuade my clansmen, the oracle left by the gods, to find more allies capable of fighting the darkness.

   But that's not enough.

  If you want my stubborn clansmen to accept the fate of joining a pirate, you have to show your generosity and your strength. After all, we are talking about the belief and inheritance of the snake population for thousands of years! "

   "Well, this is the start of the Allied Race questline."

  The pirate muttered in a low voice.

   He looked at the Serpent Prophet and said:

   "Then just go ahead and tell me where to go? Who to kill? How much?"

   "It's not killing! It's saving."

   Warwick sighed, looked north, and said:

   "The Faithless Serpents have been attacking us and plundering our brethren. Their leader, my former brother, the former Keeper of Courage, Korthek, has become more and more brutal after he betrayed his faith.

   It ordered the plundered devout serpents to be imprisoned on the gravel coast of the north, hanging our people among the ruins, and accepting the scorching sun.

   Let the pain of the clansmen cry, as the end of resistance against its conquest.

   Many of our compatriots are imprisoned there, there are hundreds of them. If we want to leave, we must leave with them! I've lost too many of my compatriots, and I can't lose them any more.

   And my clansmen and I have to protect the temple of the pious, and we can't tell the strength to save them.

if

If your group of wild warriors, blessed by Bwonsamdi, can bring back my poor clansmen, I think the guardians of the temple will be more likely to convince themselves to accept being your warriors. fate. "

"no problem!"

  Black readily agreed to this condition.

   He was worried that he had nowhere to find more souls to devour and restore the Nagfar.

   He thought about it and said to the old prophet:

   "It's not too late, let's go now. You send a few brave warriors as our guides. I can bring your clan back before dawn."

   "It's far away!"

   The old prophet said in a stunned tone:

   "If you go by desert land, it will take at least two days!"

   "We are pirates, and the sea is our battlefield. How do you think we quietly bypassed the guards you placed outside the temple tonight?"

  The pirate snorted and walked to the edge of the second floor of the temple. Under the gaze of the old snake man, he whistled in the direction of the sea, as if calling for something.

   A few seconds later, under the shocked gaze of the old snake man, a tattered, gloomy and evil keel battleship separated the sea water under the night, and suspended above the sea surface amid the rolling and shaking of the waves.

   On that evil spirit ship, the deck still had some damage, and the mast was also broken, and there was no sailor at all.

   "Let me introduce you, my friend."

  Black stretched out his hand to stop the old snake man prophet's thin and weird shoulders exuding electric arcs, pointed to the gloomy keeled battleship under the sea cliff, and said in a proud tone:

   "That's my flagship, the Nagfar, the Hellboat.

   It's hungry.

   is craving a fallen and delicious soul as food.

  I think that we 'borrow' some souls from the servants of the Great Kotek to satisfy his thirst, shouldn't it violate the teachings of your snake people?

   After all, they already call themselves unbelievers.

   This is a blasphemy against the gods and should be sentenced to death penalty!

   What do you say? "

   Seeing the shock in the eyes of the old snake man made the pirates feel a little dark inside.

   The Nagfar, which is imposing and full of dark power, broke out of the sea as a means of showing its power.

  Every life who sees it will be shocked by the breath from hell.

   Force +100%

   Deterrence +200%

   Fashion value +10000%

  Unfortunately, since his family knows his own affairs, and the intimacy between Black and the ship spirit, he can only summon it to emerge from the bottom of the sea and order it to sail in one direction.

  The pirates still have a long way to go in order to achieve the manipulation power that is almost integrated with the Nagfar like the Hablon.

   But it's better to pretend to be forceful!

   "Let Reid and Maim gather their staff! I know that their desire to fight tonight has not been vented. It doesn't matter. When they arrive at the gravel pier in the second half of the night, I will let them go."

  Black waved his hand and said to Garona:

   "At that time, cut as much as you want! Don't let a disbeliever snake go away! Then tell the evil eye, prepare enough soul stones, and not a single soul can escape!

  If anyone messes up, I'll hang him from the mast until we get back to the Eastern Continent! "

   This commanding tone made the legendary assassin a little dissatisfied.

   But considering that Black wants to deter these snake people now, the necessary pomp is still needed, so Garona endured it and became an errand.

   "My men are short of weapons."

  The pirates looked at the undead pirates who were noisily marching under the sea cliffs in the distance. The guys in the hands of the troll exile cannon fodder were taken from the pirates of Zemland.

   is almost weathered.

   And he said to the old serpent-man prophet:

   "I think the weapons you snake people use are all good, all with lightning special effects. Can you prepare a batch for us? My pirate group needs a little 'feature'."

"no problem."

   The Serpent Man Prophet Warwick said with a tone of grief:

   "In these hundred years stemming from constant wars, the warriors of the devout have died too many, and their weapons are stored under the temple, and I can give them to you.

   As long as you can bring back our people.

   But the keystone."

   It looked back at the blue keystone shining with thunder, and said softly:

   "We want it to leave Wharton. Maybe this can really stop Kotek from making stupid actions, but you also promised to find a safe enough place for the relic to be stored."

"certainly!"

  The pirate looked at the soul of the old mage Merry Winterwind floating on the lantern, and he said:

   "Master, you already know the fate and inheritance of the snake people, and you also know the importance of this keystone. Can I store it in the magical treasure house in Dalaran through your relationship?

   That's what I know now, the safest hiding place in the Eastern Continent. "

"Can."

The soul of   Merry closed his eyes and said:

   "But it's not easy to convince Antonidas and the Council of Six, Black, you said earlier that there is a dark thing under Tirisfal too.

   I must see it!

  If what you say is true, Dalaran, including all members of the Tirisfal Council, will do everything to protect the sacred relics of the snake people!

   However, why do you want to be far away? "

   The old mage was indeed a wise man. He soon discovered the problem with this plan. He said to Black:

   "The Golden Dynasty of Zandalar is very strong, those trolls dominate Zandalar, and they have enough ability to protect this relic from the unbelievers.

   And the seal is in the Vol'dun Desert, once the seal is lifted, the trolls' homes will also be threatened.

   They also have enough reasons to protect this holy relic.

   Perhaps, it was the right thing to give them the keystone. "

   "Well, that's the problem, you two."

The    pirate made an expression of regret and said:

   "You remember, I said just now that the guardians of the Titans, placed on Zandalar Island to seal the seal of the sixth ancient **** G'huun, there are three, right?

  Wharton, the second seal, Artuaman, was destroyed thousands of years ago.

   Its destruction caused the power of G'huun to leak out, and the blood troll barbarians of Nazmir were infested by the power of the **** of the abyss, including the bloodstone you picked up in the jungle, Master.

   That was also G'huun's power fragment.

  The blood trolls are in the area of ​​the Heart of Darkness day after day, corroding the first seal there, Atun Nazman, which has now lost its effect.

   Guess, only the third seal left. Where is Zul'Dazar? "

   "Zul'Dazar? That name"

   The old mage said in a stunned tone:

   "The capital of the Zandalari trolls, the city of gold, is called Zuldazar, right? This. This shouldn't be a coincidence, right?"

"Snapped"

  The pirate snapped his fingers and said in a low voice:

   "You guessed it, Master.

  The golden city of Zandalar trolls, the center of the Zandalar Mountains, the throne of all Zandalar kings, the third golden pyramid named after the ancestor king Dazar.

   The holy place common to all trolls, the capital of the Zandalari dynasty, is where the third seal is located.

   Once there is also destroyed, the sixth ancient **** G'huun will break out of the nest

   So, do you really think it is the right choice to put the keystone that unleashes G'huun's most powerful minions of destruction together with G'huun's last seal? "

  The old mage fell silent.

   He nodded, agreeing with Black's point of view, and then asked:

   "The Zandalari trolls are known as the oldest civilization. They have been recording history since before the birth of history, so it is impossible for them not to know the story of G'huun?

   I can't believe they would let the serpent people unrest for so long. "

   "Alas, they know that doesn't mean they care, Master.

   Zandalari trolls, no matter how ancient, are mortal civilizations, and they hear the story of G'huun the same way you would when you first heard the name.

   Those are all myths and legends.

   is too far away from the world of mortals.

not to mention."

  Blake shrugged regretfully and said to Merry Winterwind:

   "The interior of the Zandalari Dynasty is not monolithic. On the court of King Rastakhan, there is the prophet Zul, who is dedicated to contributing to the prosperity of the Zandalar civilization.

   There are also bad guys fighting for power.

   But this is their business, not our business. As long as the keystone is taken away from Waldun, at least the dark things under the desert will not be released for the time being.

   Although I do it for my own benefit.

   But master, you have to admit, I did this for the good of the world.

All right.

  I'm off to the gravel coast. "

  The pirate raised the spirit lamp and said to the old snake man prophet behind him:

   "Pack up, and when we come back with your clansmen, we will leave this ghost place and go to the Ancestral Turtle's stronghold in the north to receive ships.

Then

  Leave here and drive into the distance.

   I've been away from civilization for too long, it's time to go back and see my friends. "

—

   "Guru Lulu"

  Ten minutes later, the Nagfar, which was loaded with undead pirates and snake-man guides, slowly sank into the sea again under the command of Black.

  When the icy sea water flooded the deck, that thin film of water emerged from around the hull, covering a group of pirates who couldn't breathe in the water and curious snakes on the deck.

  Like a monster that sank to the bottom of the sea, it quietly moved towards the gravel coast under the dark sea.

  Blake, wearing a pirate hat, a pirate trench coat, and an eye patch, held the rotten steering wheel decently, pretending to be steering a ship.

  Actually, the Nagfar didn't kill him.

  People are "autonomous driving".

   is unwilling to obey Black's instructions and walk around.

   "Hey, Garona."

  Black grabbed the skull flask around his waist, drank the foxman desert-flavored fruit wine he had poured into his mouth, moistened his throat, and said to the legendary assassin hiding in the shadows beside him:

   "What I asked you to prepare, are you ready?"

   "It's done, but"

   Garona said in a strange tone:

   "Are you sure that if you bring a pile of garbage to meet a Loa god, you won't be beaten up? Is there really a Loa **** who likes garbage in this world?"

   "Yeah, you're about to see that weirdo."

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "It doesn't just like trash, if you have a rank for picking up trash, the one we're going to meet is basically the **** of trash in Azeroth.

   But don't worry, just relax.

  This trash guy Loa is very talkative. "

   (end of this chapter)