Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 441 150. A new storm has appeared

  Little Xingxing stood beside the captain with an expressionless face, staring at the abominable God Loa with all his strength, but Old Gani was not at all afraid of the threatening eyes of this little girl.

  Oh, just a little dragon.

   When her grandfather or spell weaver came over, old Gani would run away cowardly.

"So, Daelin should have been assassinated by Aluriel, right? But how did he notice me? Could it be that Aluriel, that stupid elf, was won by my old man's legendary 'elf affinity' ?

No way.

   Such a black-skinned elf, can the old man do it? "

  Blake let out a gloomy puff of smoke and said:

   "Hey, Dai Lin might be killed by a cannon, hacked to death by an orc, and filial to her own daughter, but she will never die in the hands of an elves.

  Why didn't I consider his unreasonable talent? "

   "What are you afraid of?"

  Old Garni put his flexible claws on Blake's shoulders.

  It also had a cigar **** in its mouth, which was picked up from somewhere, and said to the pirate with a treacherous look:

   "Since you have embarked on this road, you should know that your identity will be revealed sooner or later. Besides, he is just checking the identity of the pirate now. Although he may be a little suspicious, he has no way of confirming that you are you."

   "I'm not afraid."

   Black shrugged and said:

   "How should I put it, although I have done enough psychological construction, I feel a little excited when I think that I will soon have a head-to-head confrontation with the old man at sea."

  The pirate gave a weird smile.

   He thought for a while and said to old Ghani:

   "You run a trip to Keel Harbor for me, send a letter to Red Jack, and ask him to accept the reward in my name, and then stab my information out and give it to Dai Lin.

   Doesn't he mean he paid a fortune for this information?

   What a stinky old man who can't live, this is the money I will inherit in the future! How can this be earned by others? Let Jack bargain hard and ask for more money. "

   "As expected of you."

   The slender-jawed dragon was shocked for a while, it spat out the cigar **** that burned out in its mouth, and gave a thumbs up to the pirate with its short and flexible claws.

   turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Blake.

   "Wait a minute."

  Black took out a thick shield full of spikes from his suitcase and threw it on the masonry with a bang.

   As soon as this thing appeared, Old Gani seemed to have seen something filthy, and with a snort, he ducked away, pinched his nose, and shouted:

   "It stinks me! Next time you bring these things out, can you tell me in advance? You bastard!"

   "Yo, is this a happy frown? Or a happy scolding?"

  The stinky pirate sternly replied to the yin and yang anger of old Gani before, he said:

   "Take this shield to Dalaran, and give it to my brother Nathanos, and let him turn back to Quel'Thalas, and he knows who to give it to. Also, send me a message back.

  I'm going to Quel'Thalas in a while to get the Windrunner's little boy ready, I want him to do me a favor. "

   "No! No delivery!"

   Old Gani wagged his tail stubbornly and said:

   "I'm fed up with giving you stuff, I'm a Loa after all! You bastards, you have to respect me, you have to... hey!

  Look, what sparkle is this.

   Oops Oops, I haven't seen anything so beautiful in years. Is this for me? My friend Blake, you know me so well! "

The first half of    is still a complaint, and the second half is full of surprises.

   All because the pirates took something out of their luggage that made old Gani's eyes glow, a wing that was torn from a living creature.

   Although it is a corpse, it is not dirty, but full of a dark and mysterious feeling.

   This is the torn wing of Anhilde, the lord of the Underworld Val'kyr. The power of death in it has been extracted by Black, leaving only the wing itself.

   Its entry in Blake's character card category is as follows:

   Wings of the Lost High Val'kyr

  Legendary quality crafting materials/garbage

   Well, yes, it is garbage sorting.

   is still a rare orange trash, and as soon as this thing is taken out, old Gani's eyes are straight, it stands still, and its eyes are constantly moving as Blake waves the rolled up wings up and down.

   "We are friends, old Gani. Friends help each other, how can we complain? Are you right?"

  The pirate said with a sneer.

   Old Gani kept nodding, his eyes still staring at the half broken wing.

   "Hey, I gave it to you."

  The pirate grabbed the wing in his hand, like throwing a baseball, and threw it far away. Old Ghani let out a scream and disappeared in place.

  The smoke appeared in mid-air, like a puppy holding a plate, nimbly holding the broken Valkyrie wings in his mouth, and then disappearing into the smoke while shaking his head.

   There was also a poignant and sharp laughter, and the heavy shield placed by the pirate under his feet also disappeared into the smoke.

"did you see?"

  Black took off the dwarf pipe at the corner of his mouth and said to the little star beside him:

   "Everything has a price, even God Loa has its own price. As long as the price is given, it is not impossible to hire a demigod to serve you.

   Of course, the relationship between me and the old Ghani is a little more complicated, it's a more transactional relationship, and I'll call it 'friendship'.

   A lot of people want my friendship, but I always ignore them.

   is not my pride.

   but they are not qualified.

   After all, I have more than one demigod friend. So, cherish your friendship with me, silly little star. It will save you from peril one day.

   Well, this is the second piece of dark wisdom I taught you, this time it can't be free, remember to give me the tuition fee later. "

  The excited croaking of the little murlocs could be heard from the ruins of the city in the distance.

  The pirate looked up at the dim sky and said to the little star:

   "Come on, they've found the Moonwell.

   When the moon rises, it is time for me to perform my moonlit night ritual. Heck, a new storm is already brewing and I must hurry. "

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   "woo woo woo"

  While waiting for the moonlight to fall, Black was on the eastern continent, in the mountains south of the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the capital of the Amani troll clan.

  In the troll city known as Zul'Aman, an ancient sacrificial ceremony is taking place.

   The low and quaint sound of horns echoed in this city surrounded by mountains and rivers, and thousands of strong troll warriors were sincerely arranged around the ancient altar in the center of Zul'Aman.

  The four strongest Loa priests were naked, with strange patterns on their bodies, half-kneeling around the altar, with their heads bowed, their expressions excited and hideous.

   seems to be expecting something.

   Behind the four Loa priests, there are four braziers, burning incense and shining with flames of different colors, representing the Loa gods they serve.

  The phantoms of the four Loa gods, the giant bear, the lynx, the eagle, and the dragon eagle, floated above the brazier.

   And standing in front of the altar is an old priest wearing a troll-style wooden mask and holding a voodoo sacrificial knife.

  The Amani troll priest is very old, as can be seen from the trembling of his sacrificial sword.

   For thousands of years, on the stone altar that has been dyed dark red by the blood of the sacrifices, a naked high elf lady is being tied there by five flowers.

   Her pretty eyes were shining with fear, but her mouth was stuffed with herbs, so she could only make a whimper.

   This unlucky **** is a Phoenix Mage captured by the trolls from the nearby Sun Temple of Quel'dorei. She's not a big deal, and she's only here because of a stupid night walk alone.

  Don't think that elves are smart.

  The warriors of the Amani clan witnessed the sacrifice that was about to begin, and they sang old troll songs with bleak and sad lyrics.

   describes the failure 2,800 years ago.

  The union of humans and high elves completely crushed the imperial dream of the Amani trolls, and since then, this once glorious clan of forest trolls has been in decline.

  They have lost most of their territory, struggling to survive under the oppression of increasingly powerful high elves.

  It was thought that the invasion of the Orcs would be a new opportunity for the rise of the Amani clan.

   But Gul'dan's shameful betrayal ruined it all. The Amani troll who helped the orcs not only failed to win, but was strangled again by elves and humans after the war.

   Over the past few months, elves from Dysholme and humans from Stratholme have killed thousands of trolls in this orc-burned forest.

   It is no exaggeration to say that the Amani trolls have come to the moment of life and death.

   They were even forced to turn to the evil branch trolls in the Hinterlands for help, asking the more savage brethren to pull the Amani clan for the sake of their fellow forest trolls.

   But the idiots who worshiped the Blood God rejected the Amani clan's request for help, citing the attack of the Wildhammer dwarves.

  The forest troll was about to fall into a desperate situation, and at this time, a force that no one thought of, actually took the initiative to find the door.

   "Huhuhu, don't worry about the effect of the sacrifice, my brave and pitiful junior Zul'jin, I brought you the mysterious knowledge of the ancient Zandalari trolls.

   With my help, it was only a matter of time before the Amani trolls reemerged. "

   When the sacrifice was about to start, it was on a wooden platform at the highest point of the capital of Amani.

   Wearing a blood-red pirate suit, wearing a pirate hat diagonally, and wearing gold and silver, the ancient troll pirate Gaboa is sitting on his chair in the posture of a troll skeleton.

   In his hand he was shaking a wine glass inlaid with gems.

   He said to the tall old troll standing on the edge of the wooden platform and silently watching the ceremony scene:

   "You have been out of Zandalar's asylum for too long, and you who are blocked do not know that in the past, Zandalar careerists have already explored the most 'perfect' way to use the power of Loa.

   And I brought it generously to you, after today, you will have an invincible army of gods and warriors! "

   "But what's the price?"

   The old troll asked in a weak voice.

   The form of this old troll is also very interesting. He has white hair, and the hair on the temples is tied into a thin braid, hanging down in front of him, and he uses a tattered cloak dyed purple with blood to cover his neck and chin.

   was stabbed blind in the right eye, and his left arm was also chopped off from the elbow.

   Such an injury is shocking. What is even more terrifying is that this troll is covered with such injuries everywhere. He must be a very strong warrior, otherwise it is impossible to survive such an injury.

   His name is Zulkin.

   is the hero of the Amani clan, the absolute leader, who has killed many elves in the past, but just suffered a humiliating defeat not long ago.

   "What's the price?"

   He went on to ask:

   "An ancient pirate from seven thousand years ago, tell me, what is the price I and the entire Amani clan have to pay?"

   "Of course for our great and tyrannical Emperor Kothek."

   The skeleton pirate Gaboa replied yin and yang:

   "After all, the Unbeliever Emperor is our current gold lord. He generously gave us money, gave us soldiers, gave us a god, and gave us a mission to die.

   But you say, how can we a group of trolls willingly work for a snake emperor?

   So ah, I found you.

  My junior, I want you to join me, I want your clan to join my fleet, and let's recreate the glory of the Pirate King of Zandalar.

   I will share the power with you, I mean it!

  My fleet is in urgent need of talents like you who dare to work hard. I really sincerely invite you. The Amani clan is just the beginning, and we'll find Sandfury, Drakkari, and Gurubashi.

   The Zandalar deserted you.

   But I won't. "

   "Hehe, save it."

  The old troll Zul'jin said with a sneer:

   "The orcs failed me, the elves took away my right eye, and I chopped off my left arm to escape from humiliation. I hate elves, and I even despise the alliance.

   I hate you, I hate you all, I hate the world!

   But I will agree to your invitation, cunning pirate, and I will take the warriors of the gods that you have created for us with the fallen knowledge, and go to the magical city of mankind with those filthy serpent people.

   I got a precious message”

  The leader of the Amani clan narrowed his only left eye and said:

"I know that the last heir of the Human Empire will return to the northern border. The ones who want him to die more than I do are his stupid compatriots. Hehe, they spread the news everywhere, even a blind and disabled person like me. Savage trolls know it.

  I also know that Anduin Lothar has that Emperor Sword in his hands!

   2,800 years ago, it was the human emperor holding that sword who destroyed the Amani Empire! Of course I'll help you and the Snakeman get back some **** like that keystone.

   But you have to help me too!

  I want that sword and Lothar's head! "

  Zul'jin turned his head and stared at the skeleton pirate behind him. He said:

   "I want to do what my ancestors didn't do back then. With that sword, when I wash away the thousand years of shame, all the forest trolls in the whole world will be under my command.

   At that time, I don't want you anymore.

   But the pirate member you crave, of course I will give it to you. There are so many untruthful Vilebranch trolls that they make the perfect cannon fodder for your fleet.

make a deal? "

   "Of course, the deal!"

   Gaboya's skeleton face showed a creepy and weird smile.

   It stretched out its skeleton fingers with five shining local rings and held it tightly with Zul'jin's right arm.

   On the altar in front of them, the sorcerer lord of the Amani trolls, Malakas, let out a howl, holding the sacrificial bone knife with trembling hands, and stabbed the terrified elf girl in front of him.

The    technique is extremely precise, and the tip of the knife is gently picked.

   The still beating elf heart was caught in his hand in the spray of blood, and then lifted high, this scene made all the Amani warriors shout in unison.

  Blood surged, Loa was ecstatic.

  Sacrifices, let’s begin.

   The next round of war is about to begin!

  Come on, enemies!

   It's time for you to suffer!

  The Amani troll never gave up, never forgot, and never died.

  The ancient empires will eventually rise and reclaim the land that should belong to them.

   (end of this chapter)