Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 261 80. All stand up! I declare this place to be called Old Garni Forest

  After a little resupply at the army camp in Lakeside Town, Black and Nathanos embarked on a journey to Duskwood, where they fulfilled the Pope's entrustment.

   "This is my first mission as a 'Templar Assassin', and I don't want to end up with a bad failure and leave a bad note on my resume.

   So, you better be serious with me too, my chief ranger-general Nathanos. "

  The pirate rode on his own **** warhorse, and while throwing a piece of cheese for the little murloc, he said to the ranger riding an alliance horse beside him:

   "By the way, this may also be my last trip on the Eastern Continent, after which I will return to the sea that belongs to me. Do you want to follow me to the endless sea? Maris.

   I'm planning an exploration outside the civilized area. It's great, and I can also meet Miss Elf. "

"I am seasick."

   The human ranger with the golden phoenix bow on his back turned his head and made a poor excuse.

   is a joke of course.

  He will be busy.

   From the moment he entered this dark forest, the ranger spread his perceptions, vigilantly observed every disturbance, his pet dog was barren and kept running, not letting go of every bush.

   That is to drive away possible "prey" for the master.

Of course   Black knew what Nathanos was doing. He yawned and said with little interest:

   "You can't find it like this. The perception of the soul beast is several times stronger than that of ordinary beasts. Before you see it or hear it, it has already noticed you.

   This creature switches form between virtual and real, like the most sophisticated stalker.

   If it doesn't want to be seen by you, you can't find it. "

   "You have a solution?"

   Maris asked.

  The pirate squeezed his eyes and showed a smile in control. He said in a somber tone:

   "Get to work first, I have a way in this dark forest. When we save Archbishop Natalie Seline from corruption and darkness, I will ask the eyes of darkness to help you.

  Believe me, there is nothing in this place that it cannot perceive. "

"it?"

   Nathanos whistled, summoned back the desolation that burrowed through the bushes, and asked in a low voice:

   "A beast?"

   "Well, maybe it's more appropriate to use 'He' to describe it."

  The pirate changed his name, causing the Ranger to shrink his eyes.

   He immediately looked around vigilantly and said:

   "I've never heard of any native gods in Stormwind Kingdom, and there are no trolls here. There are many in Stranglethorn, but there is a whole mountain range across.

I have read "A General History of the Kingdom of Stormwind". Since more than 80 years ago, King Baratheon beat the gnolls and swept away a few troll clans, the barbarians of Stranglethorn Vale have never harassed the frontier of Stormwind Kingdom. . "

   "So, you are all mortal wisdom."

  Blake snorted and said proudly:

   "I didn't have it before, but it doesn't mean I don't have it now. Speaking of which, the last time I came here, it was more than a month ago, and I don't know how my friends are doing here."

   "Shhh!"

  Nathanos suddenly made a silent motion on his warhorse, his ears moved, and he said in a whispered voice:

   "There is movement in the forest, some people are approaching, fifty yards away, maybe five or six people, hiding behind trees, watching us, not wearing armor, not carrying weapons."

   "Your perception."

  The pirate frowned for a moment.

   This Nathanos is amazing, his perception is almost catching up with the humanoid radar.

  Speaking of which, when he hunted the Fire Blade Sword Saint in the Hillsbrad Hills before, he seemed to be the first to discover the orcs hiding in the Wind Walk.

   "Everyone has something they are good at."

The    Ranger smiled and held the war bow with his backhand, but the pirate grabbed his wrist.

  Black didn't plan to hide the raid, but was very straightforward, and took out a pistol specially designed to fire flares from his pocket.

   This was from the dwarf in the Valley of the Kings.

   Well, they came for free, and they didn't give money.

   He raised his hand, pulled the trigger in the direction indicated by the ranger, and a special gnome-made flare roared into the darkness, and then radiated light in the next instant.

   illuminated the dark woods dozens of yards away, and also startled a few humans in tattered cloaks hiding there.

   The Ranger whistled, and Desolate roared and rushed towards the group, but faster than the good dog, the ghost wolf Frostpaw appeared from the edge of the light and dark of the flare.

   Two canine creatures, one after the other, blocked the retreat of the five or six people, forcing them to stop in place and dare not move.

   "There is some kind of feeble power in them."

  Nathanos jumped off his horse and followed Black to approach the group, with his left hand on the battle axe at his waist, he whispered:

   "The sound of their footsteps and breathing was attenuated in the dark, as if they were covered with a layer of gauze. If they hadn't whispered just now, it would have been difficult for me to spot them at this distance."

"Um."

  Black nodded and didn't say much. As he approached the group, he noticed that there was an old man in tatters, holding a cane that was obviously carved.

  The carving on the top of the wooden staff is a lame image of old Gani.

   When the two approached, the old man was also very scared, but he still opened his arms and bravely guarded the few companions behind him. The pirates also noticed that these people made a sacred emblem for themselves with wood.

The    is very crudely made, like a round badge with different admonitions engraved on it, and it is pinned to the ragged clothes on the chest and placed in the most conspicuous position - which means that they are proud of it.

   "Old Garni is doing well, he really deserves to be the poor Loa."

   "Don't be afraid, it's a friendly army."

  Black beckoned to recall the ghost wolf, Frostpaw took a few steps back, and the virtual and real body disappeared into the darkness like a gradation of light.

  The pirate took something out of his luggage, put it in his hand, and showed it to the few people. It was the authentic old Ghani statue, which was parked from Zandalar Island.

   The carving skills alone are much more exquisite than the handmade things by these old Ghani believers.

   Of course, the old Gani hates luxury goods, so this statue is made of a piece of rotten wood. Although it is beautiful and called a work of art, it is still garbage.

   "Ah, the walker of the **** of the poor! Our companion."

The old man headed by    was immediately relieved when he saw the statue, and the fearful people behind him also chanted one of the long list of humiliating priesthoods of Old Gani in a low voice.

   "Yes, I am old Gani's companion."

   Black gestured and said:

   "It also said before that it would give me the honorary title of 'The Great Scavenger', but as you can see, I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune, so I declined this honor.

   Are you all believers of Old Garni? "

   "No, we are the lowly who are sheltered by the **** of the poor."

   The old man leaned on his poorly carved cane, and corrected himself very seriously:

   "Lord Gani does not need believers to serve it. It is a kind and kind **** who protects us, and we preach the kindness of Lord Gani."

  While talking, the old man was looking at Black's attire.

   When he noticed the pirate hat on his head, the blindfold on his left eye, and the evil-looking skull jug on his waist, the old man bowed and said:

   "Your Excellency the Great Scavenger, I heard from the boy Morgan the story of the kind pirate who led him to find Lord Garni.

  You should be the good person in the story of divine revelation.

   Please allow me to humbly represent all the refugees in the entire Duskwood and express my sincerest gratitude to you. "

   "I accepted your thanks, but as I said, I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune."

  Black also corrected very seriously:

   "So just call me a pirate, or Blake. Don't use the honorable title of 'The Great Scavenger'. My actions don't deserve such praise."

   "You are as gentle and approachable as Morgan said. You are worthy of being a warrior praised by Lord Gani, and the guardian and guide of all the poor."

   The old man touted it again, and the pirate nodded with a smile.

   This **** conversation made the ranger next to him stunned.

  It is surprising enough that the refugees in Duskwood have a new faith, which is the traditional parish of the Church of the Holy Light.

   The strangest thing is that this group of refugees believed in a **** of the poor who sounded rude. And listen to what they mean, the **** of the poor, and Blake are still very good friends.

   A mortal friend of a god?

  Nathanos looked at Blake strangely, and a strange thought popped up in his heart: Blake and the God of the Poor are friends, and he and Blake are friends.

   So rounding it up, he is also a friend of the **** of the poor?

  Emmmm

   Although having a relationship with a **** makes me feel good.

   But thinking about it carefully, I always feel that this matter itself is a bit weird, and it doesn't seem to be worthy of joy.

   During the time that Maris was thinking, Blake had reached a consensus with the humble people sheltered by Ghani, and they invited Blake and Nathanos to go to their "scavenger sanctuary" to rest.

  By the way, summon old Gani there to ask about the current situation in Duskwood.

   "This is the blessing of Lord Togani. We searched for garbage in the forest for it as a tribute, and Lord Gani accepted this tribute, and then guided us to the way to obtain materials."

  The old man with a badly shaped wooden stick introduced to Black enthusiastically what happened in the Dusk Forest this month.

   He said in a joyful and reassuring tone:

   "Lord Garni has demarcated the danger zone in the forest, where there are terrible things entrenched, it guides us away from danger, and established three prosperous settlements in Crow Hill, Rotten Orchard and here.

   Ah, we've spent years of starvation in the dark since the orcs invaded the land, but those pains are over.

   For the first time in years, we had enough to eat and found abundant supplies that could be used in the dangerous forest.

   Our children do not need to fear the night, nor do we have to endure displacement. "

"everything will get better."

  Nathanos looked at the haggard and miserable appearance of these refugees, and he comforted in a gentle voice:

"The Orcs have been defeated by the Alliance, King Varian Wrynn will soon return to Stormwind, and the lords here will return, and you will be safe, take your lands, and live in peace. ."

   Ranger's remarks are well-intentioned.

   But after he finished speaking, he found that the scene in front of him was cold.

   Whether it was a pirate or those humble people sheltered by Gani, they were all looking at him with a weird look. Blake even reached out his hand in despair and covered his eyes.

   Probably thought Nathanos said something stupid.

"What's wrong?"

   The Ranger asked out of nowhere:

   "Did I say something wrong? Isn't it a good thing that the king and lord are back?"

   "Hehe, it's a good thing, it's a good thing."

   The old man with a wooden staff smiled perfunctorily.

   At the moment when they turned around, Blake and Nathanos could clearly hear that the old man scolded the local "hometown dialect" softly.

   On the way, these refugees did not say a word until they came to their "holy place".

  In the ruins of the manor burned by the flames, a primitive village has been built out of wood. The most striking thing is that in the center of the village, there is a large garbage heap.

   Although there are various kinds of garbage piled up, there is no smell.

   In front of the **** heap, there is also a dilapidated shrine made of sawn wood.

  Black stepped forward, took out a large bag of gray garbage that he had stolen from the dark iron dwarves in Darkforge City, and summoned Old Gani with a familiar hand.

   In the familiar and strange, drawn-out cheers, old Ghani appeared on the garbage heap, raised his claws, and greeted the pirates:

"Yo, my greatest big scavenger is here again, and this time he brought such a strange sparkle to Old Gani, um, it smells of scorching, it seems that you recently went on an adventure in a volcano. lock up.

Um?

   How did you bring in new people?

  Look at those gorgeous things on his body, look at the confidence and pride radiating from his face and heart, and look at the silly curiosity in his eyes.

   He is not the same as you, he is not the same as old Gani

  He, does not belong to this holy place of the humble. "

   (end of this chapter)