Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 262 81. When the Devil Disappears

   "The locals love you, Gani. You see, as I said, this is a great place to make friends."

  The pirate stood beside the big garbage dump, and let Old Garni put his claws on his shoulders. He squeezed the skull flask and looked around at the humble villages.

   There are also children resting, cooking and playing in the village.

   He said to Ghani:

   "You get along well with them. I heard that you helped them build three large settlements?"

   "Well, they're smart, as smart as those Zandalari trolls. They're quick to learn, and old Ghani just showed them a few times how to live in the dark the way the humble.

   They have fully mastered the technique.

   Now there is no need for Old Gani to guide them to discover those shiny things, they will take the initiative to look for those things that were ignored by them before. "

   The brightly colored old Gani flicked his tail and threw the black iron garbage brought by Blake into his own garbage heap.

  While choosing among them, it said to Black:

   "The mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in the dark forest, the food left by the more aggressive wolves because of the dark stimulation, the supplies that the orcs scattered around.

   Even the apples that are not picked all the year round in the rotten orchard, but are growing extremely well.

   This forest is so rich.

   As long as old Gani gives them a pair of eyes that can avoid danger, they can live well on their own.

   But they were a little too fanatical.

   This is something old Ghani has never seen in Zandalar. "

   Garbage King Loa said to the pirates with some sadness:

   "I am happy to shelter the lowly, and I seek nothing in return except for glittering rubbish. But they took the initiative to set up little **** heaps for me around Duskwood.

   A few days ago, someone extended my existence to a refugee shelter deep in the Redridge Mountains.

   They may just instinctively want to help compatriots who are suffering in the same way, and want to share some of their good luck with their companions, but they don't realize it.

   They are also actively preaching.

  Blake, my big scavenger, frankly, terrifies me. "

  Old Ghani looked at Blake, and a trace of fear flashed in his large, flexible eyes, and said:

   "You know, in Zandalar, a priest of a loa preaching in another loa's territory is considered a conflict.

   Conflict brings terrible war.

  I know, this is the place of the Holy Light doctrine.

  I just want these lowly people to have a better life, I don't want to cause trouble.

   But I don't know much about human culture, maybe, you can give me some advice? "

   "Don't worry, old Gani."

  Black waved his hand and said:

   "They've just been in the dark for too long, alone for too long, abandoned too long. Once they meet a force willing to help them, they naturally indulge in it.

   But as long as the Church of the Holy Light returns to this area, most people will still return to the embrace of the Holy Light.

   You have also said that the humble will unite only when they are weak and helpless. Once they are strong, they want more.

   This is true of all sentient beings, humans and trolls are no different in this regard.

   Rest assured, this frenzy won't last long. "

"hope so."

  Old Gani nodded. From what he saw in his long life, what the pirate said made some sense, and this beast Loa didn't want to think about these complicated issues.

   It rolled its eyes, and the tone became as funny and weird as usual, and said in a longer tone:

   "Then, my great scavenger, brought such a special sparkle to Old Garni. I love these unseen rubbish. What gift do you hope to get from Old Garni?"

   "That's the thing I told you last time, and asked you to help me pay attention."

  Blake took a sip of wine and said straight to the point:

   "The power hidden in the darkness, darker than the night, where is she now?"

   "Ha, I knew it, I knew it."

  Old Gani made a weird cry, and the slender-jawed dragon shook his head and shook his tail with a weird smile, and said:

   "When you asked old Gani to come over, you were uneasy and kind. But I, a weak Loa, don't want to be involved in matters related to those dangerous forces.

  Thanks to the little garbage dumps that the humblers set up all over the Duskwood, old Garni's eyes can see everything that happens in the forest.

   The power that you are tracking, darker than the night, is nearly out of control!

   There was a terrible battle between the individuals who chased that power and the individuals who possessed that power, spilling blood on this tragic land in the dark night.

   She is now hiding somewhere outside the ruins of Nightshade.

   She used that dark power to block her tracks.

   And those individuals who had followed her, driven by madness, tried to do terrible things to her.

  Come on, Blake. "

   The slender-jawed dragon Loa let out a strange laugh. It pushed the pirate's waist with its slender tail and said:

   "A little later, she will be swallowed by a force darker than night. Find her and take that dangerous force out of this forest of misery.

  Only when they all leave, can this group of humble people live a long and peaceful life here. "

   "Near Nightshade, right?"

   Black snapped his fingers and said:

   "Understood, let's go now. One more thing, it's my personal request. See that stupid ranger over there?"

  The pirate lowered his voice, pointed at Nathanos in the distance, and whispered to Old Garni:

   "He came to the forest to try his luck and forge a contract in the wilderness with a noble beast. Can you help him out of my face?"

   "That sly blue fox?"

   Old Gani chuckled and said in a malicious voice:

   "Soul beasts, they are rare creatures on Zandalar Island. Old Gani never thought that he would meet one in this dark place.

   That fox is disgusting.

   It will steal from the lowly who are sheltered by the old Garni, either to fill their stomachs or simply to play with these poor people who are already miserable.

   will also hide in the dark and scare the children who go out for fun.

   is simply too bad.

  Old Gani talked to it, it was stubbornly unwilling to give up his bad hobbies, and arrogantly regarded the entire Dusk Forest as its playground.

Bad things like    really need to be punished by a good hunter. "

   The slender-jawed dragon, Loa, scratched its slender neck with its flexible claws. It looked at Nathanos, thought for a few seconds, then squeezed its eyes and said to Black:

   "Let your shiny big friend find a unique shiny for old Ghani, it must be the useful garbage he found with his own hands.

   If he could really understand the daily life of the humble, old Gani would help him.

  If he can't understand this kind of suffering and can't remove the pride in his heart, then old Gani will turn to help that nasty stinky fox.

  Come on, take a claw.

   That's it. "

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   "What? It wants me to pick up trash for it myself?"

   After leaving the scavenger holy place, Nathanos learned about the "request" of old Ghani from Blake, and the ranger said with an incredible look:

   "What kind of diabolical request is this? I don't remember I offended it? Why does it torture me so much?"

   "Don't worry, old Gani just simply hates rich people."

  Black took the Ranger and galloped towards the ruins of Nightshade Town, and said to him again:

   "Nah Loa is a rich hater, who made you dress so neatly and gorgeously in front of him? Look at me, I'm wearing a completely destroyed assassin armor now, so down to earth."

   "Nonsense, you are richer than me!"

  Marris retorted:

   "I just have a farm in Lordaeron, you have a whole fleet, and you boast that you have found the treasure of the Zandalari Pirate King and can buy a kingdom in the northern border.

  You are the **** rich man!

  Why is it so good with you? "

   "Well, let me think about it."

  Blake put his finger on his forehead and made a thought action. After a few seconds, he made a playful "sudden realization" expression and said to the ranger:

   "Probably because I won't comfort others without knowing the truth and say that everything will be fine?"

"you"

The words    reminded Nathanos immediately of his previous contact with the refugees.

   He pursed his lips and asked:

   "I just said something stupid, didn't I? These people don't like kings and lords?"

   "No no no, they don't know Varian Wrynn, why should they hate the little king? But I think they have enough reasons to hate the local lord."

   Black said softly:

   "Do you know how many people were there before the orcs invaded the Duskwood? Do you know how many people were left here after the orcs were driven out by the darkness?

   Do you know why there will be an extra cemetery in Raven Hill within a few years?

   Alas, Nathanos, you are a good man.

  I know that you are brave, humble and loving, but you have not experienced their pain and are not qualified to tell them that everything will be fine when the lord is back.

  Torches, or holy lights, cannot illuminate this forest.

   The darkness here is not just shrouded in appearances.

   is more in people's hearts.

   Well, listen to my advice.

   After doing this, go with the local refugees to pick up the trash for two days, the old Gani will help you, he is a very talkative loa, one of my two favorite loa.

   Make friends with it and you won't lose money.

   Well, there is someone ahead!

   should be the friend we are looking for. "

   "Om"

  Black's **** warhorse was canceled the next moment.

   The moment he landed, he jumped into the shadows. Nathanos, who was riding with him, reacted quickly as well, and rolled to the ground, entering the disguise of a ranger.

   In the dark twilight forest, the ranger's camouflage is no worse than stealth. Moreover, the group of guys who were wandering in the ruins of the town in front of them were in a strange state, and they couldn't find the two people who were hiding.

   In fact, these guys in black robes and black hats are holding a weird ceremony in the center of the abandoned town.

  Black gestured to Nathanos, and the two quietly approached the ruins of the town. Thanks to their superhuman perception, they quickly saw and heard the whispers of the abnormal group of guys.

   "Archbishop Selin brought us together, showed us the doctrine of light and shadow, and opened up our closed eyes, allowing us to find new paths."

  Under the burning of the fire in the darkness, on the altar in the center of the town, a refugee lying in a pool of blood was opening his eyes blankly.

  The breath of life has almost escaped from her body, and what remains here is a cold body covered with weird scars, not a murder.

   This is a sacrifice.

   And judging from the black tattered robe that the refugee was wearing, she was also one of these guys.

   is a follower at least.

   There was a deep and murky voice, echoing under the fluttering firelight, from seven figures in black standing around the altar, and more than a dozen humble followers in the outer periphery.

   They are negotiating something, something that can only be told in the dark, but not in the sun.

   "Bishop Selin is a great man, and no one can vilify her devotion to a just cause."

   "She is our leader, leading us incompetent people to stand up again from the abyss of failure, and repay the otherworldly demons tenfold for the pain and disaster that the orcs have inflicted on our compatriots."

   "We should have continued to follow her, to deepen the knowledge of that fascinating light and shadow."

"but"

   "The Orcs have failed, they have been defeated in the Burning Steppes, they have fled in embarrassment, and they are powerless to harm our fellow men."

   "Therefore, it's time to end this crazy killing in the name of revenge."

   "It's time for our teachings to become purer, shadows of oblivion."

   (end of this chapter)