Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 157 65. A sea turtle successfully entered the water

   "Thanks, old Gani, I knew you were the most generous Loa."

  The pirate's eyes lit up, and he touted the king of the garbage heap very nauseously.

  Old Gani also enjoyed this kind of flattery. He stretched his voice, shook his head and waggled his tail, laughing with a tribute, and disappeared on the top of the big garbage heap.

  Blake's harvest didn't stop there.

  After Old Garni disappeared, he took out Zemran's lucky die, put it in his hand and looked at it. On a certain surface of the bone die, the simple notch belonging to Old Garni became clearer.

   This means that, after Akunda, the fate bone dice of Loa Wan Ling's power unlocked an enhanced skill corresponding to the old Ghani for Black.

   "Well, if only every loa was as generous as you are, old Gani."

  Blake sighed like this, put the bone dice in his pocket, and walked out of the garbage dump temple with brisk steps. Garona was leaning on the stone pillar beside him and waiting for him.

   "I'm going to Nazmir."

  The legendary assassin, playing with the scales that Akunda had given her earlier, said to Black:

   "Akunda's scales will show me the way, and this time I won't waste too much time visiting the Midnight Lord Hiric. Then I will meet you at the pier in the northeastern part of the desert at the Primitive Turtle.

   Do you want to go with me? Captain Black.

  You are also an assassin in the shadows, maybe like old Gani, Cyric will also show you the secrets that belong to the night.”

   "No, it won't."

  The pirate shook his head and said to Garona:

   "There are very few loa who are as talkative as old Gani. Old Gani is a lesser loa, and he has no bad temper. But Hiric is a high-level loa, with powerful divine power and noble status.

   It has a lot of troll clans to follow, the followers are huge, and the natural temper is not very good.

  Akunda's scales are your reward alone, and even if Hiric bestows the mystery of the night, he will only give you one.

  If I go over with you, I will be regarded as a provocation by the Night Lord.

   I have gained enough from this trip, you can go alone.

   At dawn, we will go back to the Temple of the Devout first, send the wounded back, and then let Warwick take his people to Zemland Harbor to wait.

   Then go to the Totaka pier of the ancient turtle, after receiving the ship there, return to Zemran Port, and finally drive north along the Zuldazar coastline.

  It is estimated that it will take seven to ten days to complete these things, which is enough for you to complete the adventure in the Nazmir jungle. "

   Black grinned and said to the legendary assassin:

   "When approaching Sirik's Nest, be careful of the Midnight Sons with Sirik's blood, those vampire bats are very powerful, and anyone who wants to see Sirik must pass their level.

"All right."

  Garona pulled down her hood. She looked back at the desert at dawn, stretched out her hand and whistled, and a coyote mount tamely bred by a fox man ran over quickly.

  The legendary assassin put on a veil, nodded to Black, and said:

   "I'm leaving overnight, Nazmir, do you have anything you want? If it goes well, I can get some for you."

   "Forget about that broken place, everything there is harmful, and I don't need anything there."

   Black rubbed his chin and said to Garona:

   "But I'd be interested if you could steal a few dinosaur eggs from Direhorn, Devilsaur or Royal Pterodactyl, those beasts are currently only available somewhere in Zandalar and Kalimdor.

   I have a ranger friend in the Eastern Continent.

   This time I went back to see him on the way, and it would be nice to give him a rare war beast egg as a gift.

   But you don't have to take it deliberately. If those wild beasts are provoked, even for legends, it is very difficult. "

"it is good."

The Orc Assassin made an OK gesture, which she had learned from Blake, and without saying goodbye, Garona pulled the reins, and galloped into the desert amid the roar of the coyote. .

  The pirate watched the legendary assassin disappear, and he glanced back at the gravel coast behind him.

   A fire was burning on the pier, and the unbelievers were dead and wounded. The undead pirates under Black's command perfectly fulfilled the captain's order.

   They hardly let any of the snake people leave.

   There were also some dying snake people, who were thrown into the fire and burned to death.

  The pirates ignored them and walked to the edge of the pier, where Zandalar exiles were already cannon fodder, carrying supplies and valuable loot to the Naglfar.

  The gravel coast is farther north, and it is quite close to the vast territory of nearly one-third of the northern part of the Great Desert of Waldun, which is the territory of the unbelievers.

  Any race, entering it will be abused by snake people.

   They have an absolute numerical advantage there.

   But what is special about the gravel coast is that there is a small dock here, although it is not the military dock of the golden fleet of the Zandalari troll dynasty.

   But occasionally there are troll warships resupplying here. Some troll merchants who do some smuggling between the island and the nearby islands will also choose to dock at the pier on the gravel coast.

   This seemingly desolate place is considered a "foreign trade port" for the Unbeliever Empire to do slave business, so it is a relatively oily place in the barren and barren Wharton Desert.

   Although this trip was to save the devout snake people who were captured, but after the war, the undead pirates under Black’s command made a small fortune.

  Because of the unbeliever snake people, the slave trade is rampant, so that the snake people on the gravel coast have good armor and weapons. After this war, these weapons and armor are also cheaper for the exile cannon fodder.

   "Load all your clansmen on board! Things here won't be over for too long, and soon there will be an army of unbelievers snake people coming over, we don't have time to fight them again!"

  Blake stretched out his hand and pushed the black pirate hat on his head, holding the dagger at his waist, and shouted to the devout snake man guides:

   "We are running out of time. After dawn, we will return to the Sanctuary of the Devout, and we will not stop there. It is up to you to tell your prophet that he must take the keystone to unlock the seal and leave the Great Desert of Wharton with us.

   I have found the perfect hiding place for your relics in the treasure house of Dalaran, the magical city of the Eastern Continent!

   Be sure to tell this news to your prophets in full.

   This is important, understand? "

  Because it was farther away, the pirate captain said these words very loudly and in a less standard snake man language.

   Several devout guides had no good feelings for these pirates.

   But it was indeed their deadly battle tonight that they helped rescue the looted clansmen, so this will also change the impression of Black, the pirate captain.

   Hearing his instructions on the important event, several guides nodded in unison while spitting out snake letters.

   After Blake left again, he took out the sword wrapped in lightning around his waist, and killed all the nearby unbelievers. After repeatedly confirming that no believers who heard the secret would survive, they put their hands on the boat.

   Their movements did not deceive the gaze of Blake, who had jumped agilely on the ghost ship.

  The pirates directly sighed that these devout snake people are truly worthy of the elites in a hundred battles. Just this carefulness and prudence is worth cultivating as a true descendant.

but

  Blake's gaze moved to the burning ruins of a large snake tent on the coast in the next instant.

   There were more than a dozen corpses of unbelievers who had been burnt into kebabs lying about, and it seemed that there was no life left, but the next moment, Black activated the tracking skill.

   In the perception, it is like a vivid radar search, clearly aware of that under the ruins, there is a remnant of the unbeliever snake man hiding in the underground hole, lingering.

Ha ha.

   Just now he said the secret so loudly, this unbeliever must have heard that they will pass this crucial news to their unbeliever emperor Kotek.

   The great emperor who wanted to release the dark things in the Great Desert of Whar'dun will also know the whereabouts of the last keystone.

   Wonderful.

  Blake rubbed his chin. He looked at the waves under the gloomy night out to sea and thought to himself:

   "It's a big snake man empire, and he likes to capture slaves. He is so capable of fighting, but he has to nest in a small place like Wharton to fight for hegemony. What does it mean to be a tyrant?

   I have left a beacon for you

   For your conquest, Emperor Kothek.

  Let's set sail!

   Assemble your Faithless Fleet!

  Join the battle for supremacy in this sea of ​​plunder!

   Make the journey of the endless sea more lively. Make Daelin and Kul Tiras more headaches, and give the world and the eastern continent countries that are destined to be quiet for more than ten years in the future.

   Fill in a little more spark. "

   With this arrogant thought, Black raised his hand when the last snake man guide flexibly climbed onto the deck.

   As the order was given, the next moment, when the dawn light tore through the darkness of the sea, the ghost ship separated the icy waters, like a giant beast sinking, slowly sinking under the sea.

   Another raid!

   Another victory!

   This feeling of returning home with a reward is really refreshing.

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  Two days later, in the northeast of the Voldun Desert, on the large coast separated from the Serpentine Gorge, where the Serpent Empire of the Believers is located, and a mountain range from the Temple of Sethralis occupied by them.

  The Nagfar slowly rose to the sea from the sunset under the evening.

   In two days, this ghost ship ate the souls of five or six hundred unbelievers, and finally let it heal itself, but it still looked like that cold and decayed keel ghost ship.

  Black actually didn't like the sloppy look on the surface. He preferred Kul Tiras's clean warships everywhere.

   But unfortunately, the conditions are not met now, and there is no way to ask for more.

   And it is this stern and awe-inspiring posture that can highlight the gloomy temperament that the ghost ship should have, and can better scare other people.

   Black did not let everyone off the boat.

He temporarily handed over the command to his first mate, Red Blackhand, and the most loyal dogleg, the second rank of warlock Evil Eye. .

   Drive towards this small peninsula beach named Totaka Pier, which is controlled by the ancestral tortoise.

   "Yo, the little turtles that just broke their shells are heading into the sea."

  Wearing a pirate hat, a pirate windbreaker, an eye patch, and a beard on his chin, Blake waded onto the white sandy beach, and immediately found many small turtles crawling on the beach.

   This is their first adventure after breaking out of their shells.

   They crawl very slowly, and although the beach is not long, the road is dangerous, and the sky is full of hungry and vicious albatrosses flying around and eating them as a delicacy.

   There are also big red crabs in the sea water, watching these little creatures eagerly, the big ao is constantly moving, and it is also ready for "additional meals".

   "I've heard the proto-turtles have a threatening beginning, just like these little turtles on the beach. The cycle of life is cruel, right? Maim."

  Black's melancholy moment is like a philosopher.

   He crossed his hips and turned around to say something to his third mate.

   Maim is an orc. Orcs don't feel so sentimental, and he doesn't quite understand what Black meant when he suddenly said this.

   He thought his captain had pity on these little turtles.

   In the next second, under Maim's stunned gaze, Black, who was as melancholy as a philosopher, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the little turtle under his feet.

   It was like playing football, watching the little sea turtle danced up into the air, drawn a perfect arc on the sea, and finally fell into the sea safely.

  The pirate stretched his tone as if venting his anger, kicking and counting:

   "A turtle successfully entered the water! Two, three, four and ten!"

   kicked the last little turtle, Blake snapped his fingers, returned to his sage posture, and said to the orc behind him:

   "Well, it's cool. Let's go, let's talk business."

   (end of this chapter)