Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 434 143. Zarak's confidant

   Early the next morning, on the pier of Rogue Harbor, the Alpaca, which was empty and reloaded, was ready to set off.

  The three decks of this troll ship are filled with North Sea pirates who have been brought up. These guys still don't understand what's going on, but their cunning minds have realized that the situation is not good.

  The undead pirates who have newly occupied Rogue Harbor have absolutely no intention of recruiting them and absorbing them. Now they are going to be loaded into that black monster ship, and they don’t know where to send them.

   These guys used to do the slave business a lot.

   They are very aware of the miserable life after becoming slaves. When a few random people instigate that it is the undead pirates who want to sell them to the South China Sea as slaves, many people become restless.

   So there was a small riot among the North Sea pirates last night.

   And the end of the riot is that there are many more guys on the pier "swinging".

While the Alpaca, the ships that escorted him, and the underwater Nagfar set sail from the dock, at the pirate tavern in Rogue Harbor, the Evil Eye and Kanrisad who had just departed from the ship were sent away. The giant magician Zarak, who will be drinking suffocating wine here.

  There should be no friendship between warlocks.

   But Zarak, Evil Eye, and the skinny boy are special, and the relationship between them is very complicated.

  The magic of Zarak and Kanrisad was taught by the evil eye, but after joining the Academy of Nar'Thalas, they became classmates again, hanging out together by the captain's side.

  Learn together, grow together, be scolded together, and endure hard times together.

  Black secretly carried out several "eliminations" of incompetent subordinates, these three cunning guys are actually clear, they can escape the fatal crisis every time, and it is not just because the three of them are lucky.

   In this world, how can there be a lucky warlock?

The reason why    can survive time and time again is because these three guys always think in one place at critical moments and work hard together.

   can not be said to be like-minded, it can only be said to be like-minded.

   "Wherever you go, I'd love to venture back to Zandalar or Vol'dun, but why does it have to be Zul'Drak? Why does it have to be those savage frost trolls?"

  Zalak, who wore a wooden mask, drank a few more glasses, and his self-control dropped a little, so he slammed the wine glass on the table, and said fiercely:

   "Before my father died, he specifically told me not to go back there. The **** frost trolls are a bunch of racist barbarians.

   If a mixed race like me who symbolizes shame is discovered by them, they will definitely be roasted and eaten by them.

   Damn cannibals!

   Damn headhunting tradition. "

   "Well said, brother."

  Zarak's self-talk drew an admiration.

   It was a weak and low voice, which shocked the giant magician. He turned his head, and a burning sacrificial flame was already pinched in his three-fingered left hand.

   Behind him stood a frost troll with a stick.

  Standard Frost Troll stance, frost blue to almost gloomy skin, Mohigan's white hair, rougher fangs than other trolls, and the stance of walking.

   However, the Drakkari troll behind Zalak was unexpectedly thin, like stunted growth.

   He was leaning on a stick because his leg was injured, and the calf below the knee seemed to have grown new, and the color of the skin was different from other places.

   This is rebirth from a severed limb, a racial talent that all trolls have. Because the northern trolls are in a harsh environment, their rebirth from severed limbs will be stronger.

   However, what makes this emaciated troll different from other Drakkari trolls is that he has a pair of very smart and intelligent eyes.

   Facing Zarak's vigilance and hostility, the familiar troll waved his hand and sat on the chair next to Zarak. He raised his head and said to the troll bartender Raenka in front of him:

   "Have a drink, brother of Zandalar."

   "Well, a deposed priest of Dakaleloa has come to Old Raenka's Golden Tooth Tavern. This is a rare visitor."

   A crazy voice came from behind the bar.

   Exactly.

   The tavern in this pirate town has been taken over by the "Golden Teeth Gang".

   is now run by the mad witch doctor Raenka, who is said to be a direct appointment from Commander Black.

   But the undead pirates know how crazy their witch doctor is, so from the "opening" of the Golden Tooth Tavern last night until now, only Zarak has come.

   And the giant magician didn't have to come and taste the "flavored wine" "brewed" by Laenka, he was just depressed and just found a place to vent.

  The undead pirates would rather gather on the beach and drink with the sea breeze than come to Raenka's Golden Tooth Tavern to seek guilt, which made the crazy witch doctor very injured for a while.

   But no way.

   Ordinary people are really not that lucky and enjoy the "flavored" wine prepared by Laenka.

   But although this old witch doctor is crazy, his eyes are very poisonous, and he can see the identity of the Drakkari troll who talked to Zarak at a glance.

   This is a former Loa priest.

   I don't know how a guy with such a noble status was robbed by the North Sea pirates and came to Rogue Harbor.

   "Seggy! We have guests."

  Laenka, who was wearing a crooked troll bartender outfit, picked up a dirty glass and shouted to the back kitchen:

   "Bring the toad venom you just scraped, I'm going to make a glass of 'toad flavor juice' for my guest, he's injured and can't drink.

   But I know he will love my juice. "

As soon as    said this, the emaciated troll's expression immediately solidified.

   Then he saw another crazy troll, grabbing a croaking poisonous toad in one hand, and running out with a knife in the other.

With a "pure" smile,    seems to be taking out the freshest toad juice for the guests.

   "Come on, boss, this is the freshest croak, it must produce the freshest juice."

   This guy's name is Sergey.

  The troll stick in Rogue Harbor is best at using poisonous toads to heal wounds, use poisonous toads for divination, and use poisonous toads to make potions. It always likes to call toads quack quack.

   It's not very normal at first glance.

   It is said that a certain clan from Stranglethorn Valley was hit in the head by a cannonball in a naval battle. Ordinary people suffered such injuries long ago. But Serge was an amazing troll who came back to life after a hard month.

   It’s just that after that, it became a little crazy.

   He is a famous lunatic among the North Sea pirates. Few pirates would believe his toad divination, but Anne Bonn believed that every female pirate would ask Sergey for divination before every raid.

   So the relationship between the two is good, so this troll lunatic escaped the killing last night and today's exile, and was allowed to stay in Rogue Harbor.

   In the end, for some reason, he was caught by the same crazy Ranka and recruited to become the "Chef" of the Golden Teeth Tavern.

   The combined lethality of these two "crying dragons and phoenixes" is not impossible.

   Sergey brought the poisonous toad, Raenka picked up the sacrificial knife at his hand, and with a puff, he inserted it into the back of the poisonous toad neatly, and grabbed the thing in his hand again.

   Squeeze venom into a dirty cup like orange juice.

   The little troll glanced at the wild process of two lunatics preparing "juice" for him with a frightened look.

   He tried his best not to look at the "juice" that a lunatic would drink.

   turned his head to Zarak and said:

   "Brother, to be honest, although I came from the Drakkari troll empire, I have been dissatisfied with the savage customs of my savage compatriots for a long time.

  Other trolls have become civilized, and even the weakest of the Amani clans have abandoned their cannibalistic traditions.

   But we still have the stupid and disgusting custom of cannibalism, which is really disappointing. I just heard what you said, and you are disappointed with our clan too, right?

  I have a plan, do you want to join us, let's change the Drakkari clan, let's make it great again.

  We can do it! "

"Who are you?"

   The giant magician sneered and said unceremoniously:

   "Who is your brother? Which eye do you see I'm a Drakkari troll? Didn't you see that I could stand up straight? I'm a Zandalari troll, Zandalar, do you understand?

   Civilization Trolls! Noble troll. "

   "Hehehe, don't say that ridiculous thing, my brother."

   The little troll was made to laugh out loud by Zalak's words, he smiled and closed his back, pointing to the giant magician and said:

   "You're a half-blood.

   Although you can straighten your back and speak with the arrogance of the Zandalar clan, the viciousness of the Northland in your breath cannot be concealed.

   That is the dark nature of all Drakkari trolls. You can't suppress it, and it will guide you back to your homeland, even if you are thousands of miles away.

   From the moment you were born, your fate was tied to Zuldrak.

  You hate your clan and your other half of the bloodline, but the fetters of fate are endless. I guess, your next step is to go to Zul'Drak.

   And you don't want to go.

   Just like me, I don't want to go back to that dark place.

   Although it was looted by North Sea pirates to this place, it was a misfortune.

   But I think even being in a pirate's cage, even being tortured by them, is safer than being among my savage people.

  The pirates at least won't eat me just because I was born thin."

   The little troll sighed.

He says:

   "But no matter how unwilling we are, we have to go to Zul'Drak. Since our fate is like this, and we both hate the backwardness and savagery of the Drakkari trolls, why not join hands to change it?

   I said, I have a plan.

   I've actually been watching you, my brother.

   I noticed that your position in this pirate group seems unusual. You are a powerful person, maybe we can help each other. "

"Ha ha."

  Zarak sneered.

  Although this little troll has a natural acumen and sees through his complicated feelings for Zuldrak, that doesn't mean Zalak has to trust him.

   After the wooden mask, Zalak rolled his eyes, and the vicious heart belonging to the warlock immediately came up with a genius idea.

   He pointed to the toad-flavored juice prepared by Raenka in front of him. On the disgusting thing, there was a layer of black and weird juice that smelled unpleasant.

Say:

   "You want me to listen to your plan? Then drink it to prove your sincerity."

"Uh"

   The little troll glanced at the glass of "juice" placed in front of him, whether it was from the bubbling shape or the disgusting smell, it reminded him.

  Don't drink!

   You will die if you drink it!

   But he glanced at the sneering Zarak again, the little troll gritted his teeth, and under the stunned gaze of the giant magician, he picked up the cup that would kill him at a glance, raised his head and drank it.

   The atmosphere in the tavern froze.

   A few seconds later, Zarak, who was convinced, gave a thumbs up to the little troll who was covering his mouth to suppress his desire to vomit.

He says:

   "He's a ruthless man! I've obeyed, I've seen a lot of people who don't want to die, but it's the first time I've seen you like this, your so-called plan.

   I just happened to be in Zuldrak and needed a guide, maybe you can do it too.

   By the way, what's your name? A little man who is not afraid of death. "

   "vomit"

   The little troll was about to speak.

   As soon as he opened his mouth, he let out an uncomfortable retching.

   He stuck his throat as hot as he was drinking lava, and said in a difficult tone:

   "My name is. Da. Dakuru. Destined to change. The people of the Drakkari. Uh, I'm a little. A little dizzy, I'll sleep for a while. Just a little while."

"boom"

   The little troll finally failed to withstand Raenka's secret "juice" and slammed his head on the bar.

   Almost instantly fell asleep.

   However, after he fell asleep, the giant magician discovered that the injured little troll, who called himself "Dakuru", seemed to have been cut off before and was regenerating his calf, which was healing and growing at a rapid rate.

  Zarak turned his head and glanced suspiciously at the crazy troll bartender Ranka.

   The latter gave him a "wise" look.

   He held the dead poisonous toad in his hand again, and said in a spirited way:

   "Bwonsamdi, don't take it. It has a mission to do. Ah, Bwonsamdi, don't take it."

   "Raenka, do you also think this troll Dakuru can do great things?"

  Zalak had dealt with Ranka in the Waldun Desert back then. He knew that this crazy witch doctor had some strange abilities, so he asked carefully.

   In the end, Ranka glared at him, and the baby stroked the poisonous toad, which had been squeezed into a mud of vice, and said seriously:

   "Don't disturb my ceremony!

  I need this croak to come alive, and I also use it to prepare flavored wine for the next guest. Speaking of which, you have been sitting here with me for so long, why do you only drink human wine?

  You are a troll!

  Come on, let me prepare a glass of fiery 'Scorpion Blood Wine' for you, this is the sting of a poisonous scorpion that I have kept from Wharton's hometown. Look how fresh it is.

  Look at this venom, how delicious, this is the taste of hometown.

   Let’s have a drink. "

"that."

  Zalak wants to get away.

   Although he is a troll with the ability to regenerate from severed limbs, and a dark warlock smeared with venom, he also does not think he can withstand Raenka's flavored wine.

   As a result, just as he was about to speak, he heard Ranka's tone change to a negative tone, saying:

   "If you don't drink, I'll ask Bwonsamdi to take you away, you know I can talk to him, Bwonsamdi, please take this one in front of me"

   "Okay! I'll drink! Can I drink?

   Don't call out the name of the **** of death at every turn, don't you infiltrate people! It's because of your bad attitude that no one's here in your tavern!

  Asshole, the customer is Loa, do you understand? "

   (end of this chapter)